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I don't know you. 

I knew your laugh and the way your eyes crinkled,

I knew that you loved chocolate and hated shrimp, 

I knew everything about you,

But I don't know you.

Not anymore. 

When I was younger I used to ask my mom what her favorite color was and she said she didn’t have one.

This confused me,

How could one go through life without a favorite color?

It's not all the grownups, 

But it's too many. 

Nothing is how it should be.  

The world is heating.  

The government collapsing. 

Yet we, 

We are only overreacting. 

Today I've walked around school in a haze

I don't know what to do 

How to feel 

I don't understand

How he won again

I don't think I want to understand

I miss Halloween

Not because it changed

But I did

I miss going with my parents and my brother

And stuffing my face with candy

I miss meticulously planning out a costume

Death reaches his hands

Shrivels leaves

Rips them up

Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream

They've waited all year for Halloween

 But this death is not a scary thought

In fact it's comforting