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And so he sat there

Engulfed in the presence of time

And realized that his path was carved out for him

Awaiting footsteps

Begging for mistakes

If only he were to begin his journey

Author's Note: This poem was actually inspired by Emily Dickinson's poem, "I'm Nobody! Who Are You?" I was experimenting with rhyming schemes, and then I read Emily Dickinson's poem.

Her blood is engraved into these pages

Slowly unraveling the truth

Exposing every flaw in perfection

Every short-lived high

Every precocious low

Has driven the knife deeper into her lingering past

We clash like stones along the shore,
Rough and stubborn, fighting more,
In every word, in every glance,
A storm ignites, a battle dance.

I can't shake the feeling

That I'll never be one of them

Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,

Girls with someone who looks at them

Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,