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Come On
Come on,
just another step.
Come on,
just another breath.
Come on,
just another swallow
of the pain that makes you hollow.
Just one more sweet smile
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Why I write
I write to relate,
and to speak my truth.
I write to prove I know pain,
and to see that others do too.
I write to be heard.
When the world becomes a deaf frustration,
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Stuffies
They're always there when I need them,
they never run away.
They're always here when troubles stem
to hear what I have to say.
They don't judge
or hold a grudge.
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The March On
Pretend I am alright,
act like I’m just fine.
Wonder if you see the battle march
in every step I stride.
Pretend I am alright,
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Despondence Note
I’m sorry I got that question wrong.
I’m sorry I can't move on.
I’m sorry I'm not smarter.
I’m sorry I couldn't be stronger.
I’m sorry how I take on as much as I can
Loves
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Humming to Our Hearts
The piano
Twirling through the air,
The lyrics I hummed to
With my grandma, my aunt,
My mom,
The characters I can feel creeping
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Stress and Anxiety: The Only Roads to Success?
Type-A students are concerned about grades, sports, extra-curriculars, and future college admissions. We are very much perfectionists, obsessive about awards, recognition and academic achievement.
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The Boundless Book of Humanity
Sitting at the kitchen table,
The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Humming through an earbud,
My mom streaking the stars
Across my fingernails,
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It Begins
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
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