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Maybe it was the wind whipping my hair every which way,
maybe it was the way ice cream tasted on a hot summer evening,
maybe it was just the delirium of lying there on that cool leaf-covered ground,
but in hindsight, I knew it was you.

Sometimes I wonder if she even remembers me.

Last night, I stood on a stage, my face basked in flashing, colorful lights, and I finally felt like enough.

It took years, didn't it?
Years of hard work, of tears, of overthinking, of doubt.

I.

The blue sky soars with promise
hope
inspiration.
School can barely even count as school
and before I know it
it's over,
an end
and yet a beginning all the same.
And then it's full of
jumping into the pool

We have been left the embers
of a fire
for us to burn.
We have been left to create
future generations
who will never see snow.
We have been left with a circumstance
that is the doing of our ancestors