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The Waves and the Sunset
Noah stared out the window of his house at the beautiful beach before him. Gentle waves brushed the shore, dragging sand away when they left. The sky overhead was blue and clear, and the soft scent of saltwater filled the air.
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DEPRESSION
Do you know what it feels like to just float around, not living life?
Especially when a million people just push you down.
Pressure builds, and you just want to scream in agony.
Repressed emotions fight to the surface.
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Nature's Beauty
A winding trail.
A gentle breeze.
Flowers bloom.
My smile blossoms.
A hike into the unknown
is just what I need
to clear my head
and heal my heart.
I'll climb and climb
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Why?
Why?
One word. One question. So many answers.
Why?
I don't know. Maybe because my brain doesn't work right.
Why?
I don't know. Maybe because I can't control my body.
Why?
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Bias as I see it
I think bias is ingrained in humans. No one can escape it. Personally, I have to deal with bias all the time. Between being disabled, being goth, and being queer, a lot of people make assumptions about me.
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So, I can't be touched.
I was in health class, and we were doing a group activity. In my group, there was a girl who had been teasing me the day before. I was weary of her, but decided to give her a second chance. I almost wish I hadn't.
Loves
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A Final Goodbye
Leave me like the setting sun,
your love’s shown in the sky,
our final goodbye.
Whispers of your name-
follow me around like a game.
Reminders of you are everywhere.
I know one day they’ll go away,
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Human
To be human is a complex web of
emotion, of
trial and error, of
experience without knowing what lies ahead
but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child
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Furries
Furries and therians (I hoped I spelt those correctly) get lots of hate these days for simply existing. They’ve received death threats, and hate comments, and sometimes physical abuse for being themselves.
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For Thalia (In honor of what she went through)
this has been deleted as it has been published elsewhere.
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Actor
We're all actors
Every one of us
pretending, acting, faking
we've all done it
Fake smile,
Fake laugh,
Fake happy,
Fake sad.
I've bottled it all up, I can barely feel real.
What's real?