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Hey kid.
Keep doing what you’re doing
I know sometimes it hurts to exist
I know no one seems to understand
I know you’re afraid to tell them
There’s so much we will never tell
Before I Stay
September 5, 2018 ~ Wednesday
What if I put right what I got wrong
And I put it into a song
What if you should decide
I used to
Spend every eyelash, every dandelion wish
Hoping for someone to make me feel happy
I used to
Think about you and radiate joy
I used to
A pimple on my cheek
Who cares?
A crack in between my teeth
Who cares?
A hair out of place
Who cares?
A few strech marks across my waist
Who cares?
I love my skin
The expectations are set,
before we even come into the world.
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We see things as a threat,
before we know what flag they hold.
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We refuse to accept everyone,
before we get to know them.
Been hurt before,
never been missed.
Been broken before,
never been fixed.
Heard words that cut her deep
but his have mended things.
He says things that are perfect,
I woke to a cloudless blue sky, to towering redwood trees
To fluttering avian creatures basking in the warm sun’s embrace.
The forest was full and alive, breathing
Compelling you to look but not to take.
8pm and orange setting suns. the soft spring nights resemble what is to come.
The track smells of melted plastic with lines of deep blue, the midwest sun glaring, relentless and with no hue.
Sitting down alone
Just contemplating the day
What is this pain in my bone
Is it the pain of my dreams fading away
