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I Have Killed a Dozen Butterflies
I have killed a dozen butterflies… Had their powder dust my fingers As I grasped my hand tighter and tighter Afraid to let them fly away
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Misery Loves Company
“People who are hurting tend to hurt other people,” my mom says while holding me close and listening to me cry about the day's events. “Why?” I ask in between sobs. “Because they are just unhappy with their own lives and feel miserable, they choose to make other people feel bad about themselves. It’s a vicious cycle, and misery loves company.”
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A Diagnosis
There was something off; I knew it. I couldn’t quite name it. But it was deeper, darker than what had previously bothered me. I was diagnosed with depression at fifteen and generalized anxiety disorder at seventeen. Depression, being familiar to me, seemed like a well-worn jacket weighing me down. Anxiety seemed like a scarf, too tight, wrapped around my throat, restricting my breathing. I learned how to manage and to wear them. But this… this was different.
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Falling into Your Orbit
I’ve thought about The way the wind would whip my hair Away from my face just seconds before I find my end there On the rocks below Before your very presence brought A kind of happiness I wasn’t aware existed The kind I thought was mythical, you know?
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Get Well Soon
The echo of heels and dress and shoes, fills the silence outside my room. I will meet the doctor tomorrow.
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Unconventional Tuesday
The morning of the first Tuesday of December, I was staying at my uncle's house because, until the night before, we had had a very unstable week. Otherwise, I'm not someone who spends the night anywhere outside. There was something about that morning that did not add up.
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Two Secrets
When you discover a secret, you have two options. I say “discover” because a secret is not made to be found out, except only by accident. I say “when” because most secrets are easy to discover, and your two options are pulled by a scale.
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Movie Characters and Why I Wish I Was One
I wish that I was traumatized like people in movies are traumatized I wish that other people could escape into my sad story to hide from their own I wish that I was sardonic, I wish it made me funny
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Tidal Waves
some days are tidal waves knocking me breathless i gasp for air that won't fill my lungs drowning in the waters of worry
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Circles and Repetitions
my mind always thinks it's a competition, between me and my intuition, repeating over and over lies I can't deny, but on them, I rely.
