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Figure out all that you need

And when you're ready

Come find me

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I love when a person is living a life that suits them well

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August 4/25

Girls just want to be decoded

Everything is important but nothing is really that deep

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I took myself so seriously three hours ago

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Had this page for five years!!! I can't remember all of the different things I have used it for and all the names it has had, but I think it started as a final project in my journalism class third year??

Anyways, I've posted a lot of bad things on here. I enjoy talking to myself here.

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And I want to tell him one day

I always said goodbye to him last

On purpose

His name felt

tasted

the best in my mouth

Like eating dessert last

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Been trying to remember

That life expands in all directions.

Not just North, South, East, and West.

There's Nouth, Sorth, Wast, and Eest

(East and Eest SOUND the same but are DIIFFERENT directions)

Then there's Nest, Sast, Euth and Worth

(Worth is a scary one but always good too)

Then there's Nast, Sest, Wouth and Earth

(Earth wraps around so it covers the rest)

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Tambourine on beat two

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I was worried I wouldn't cry

at my father's funeral.

But I did

So I guess that's good

I guess

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This is amazing.

The Birth of Justice

The Birth of Justice by Bryon Slack

Truth lay wounded, but unbroken. Her light dimmed, but did not die.

Wrath stood guard— a wall of fire where once there was only clarity.

He did not comfort Her. He did not speak. He simply burned, so none could strike Her again.

But Truth— She does not believe in vengeance alone, for She sees the Deceit in it. And Wrath— He knew the fire must cool.

So they lay together, not in passion, but in purpose— a union forged not of want, but of need.

And from that heat, from that ache, from that long, holy silence—

Justice was born.

He did not cry. He did not rage. He opened His eyes, and saw everything.

He was not swaddled, not kissed, not named in joy.

He stood. He listened. He weighed the world before He ever spoke.

He was born to punish, and born to balance— to carry what neither parent could bear alone.

He is the answer to wounds that Truth remembers and Wrath regrets.

And when He walks, systems tremble— not from fear, but from the knowledge that someone is finally watching, with eyes that will not close.

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My life is a series of three-week-long days stacked on top of each other.

I have to flip the calendar before I go to sleep every night.

I am running out of calendars but I always find a new one in time.

I am good at that, the getting.

I'm bad at the other, the staying.

I am bad at days.

Good at weeks.

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Lately I have been taking baths.

Standing to wash my hair in the shower takes too much energy.

I feel like a depressed mermaid washing her hair in a cramped lagoon.

I rinse the bubbles away by pouring warm cups of water over my own head in a grungy little baptism.

Each time red dye tinting the water a little more pink.

Death Cab for Cutie playing from my phone on the counter.

At least I feel clean when I get out.

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You run through the window.

Get a shard in your arm.

Then you swear that the glass is what

caused you the harm.

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I don’t like how I talk. I end every sentence by trailing off. It’s like I end with … when I need to end with . Or !!

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Chase Me (Part Two to that other poem)

You have me cornered, Coyote Boy,

You could eat me whole.

Why do you hesitate?

Am I no good up close?

No good

No

You're full already.

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make bad art

who care

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Things from my notes app I wrote down last week

Is it really so strange to scream into a maze and expect an echo back?

The reverse party: You and I in a room full of people. The party amps up more as more people leave. The height of it is when it is just us left.

I am taking my medication but music doesn't sound as good so I want to stop

Having space made me realize I didn't want things to go back to the way they were