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  • College
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    Why am I crying? I mean, I’m barely three years old - am I always expected to provide a legitimate reason? Something really bad must have happened, though, considering I’m sure I was so cheerful a couple minutes ago when the nice nurse gave me some candy. What would Blue’s Clues do in this...
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    Flying anxiety? That is a term I will never be able to comprehend. I've never been nervous on a plane. In fact, my experiences in the air have been spectacular. The moment I step on board, I give up control to the pilots; I let go. Responsibility fades with every second as take-off draws nearer. ...
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    fall is full of secrets, safely bundled up in sweaters and masked by spices. fall is safe and protected, by cups of salted caramel coffees and candle-lit reading. fall is time for change, which i few, yet need so much,. the leaves are turning, so i must try too, to let all the wither...
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    So many have come to reside beneath the mask, Where they stay lost and hidden in the crevices Between the dimensions of identity, Without a light to perceive that which is real. Yet they dare not toss the decorum That too often obstructs ambitions of deceit or protection, The shield from ind...
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    I find it’s not what we photograph in life; what was already there, what we chose memorize - Rather the paintings we created; the stories we sculpted, the fresh ideas we injected into a world infected by photocopies, a place where all that’s needed, ( yet often missing ) is a d...
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    I am the choices I make, and I will suffer their consequences. That is why I can call it “ my life ” - and no one else's. My decisions belong to me. I’ve accepted that they make me who I am. so I’ll understand if you can’t....
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    i know she's got it bad, when she can't go two minutes without the thought of him passing through her little head, and she gets all doe-eyed whenever someone says his name, and you can hear her breath falter when she see's him, and it's obvious she'd give any...
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    It never reached the trash bin.?No matter how much sorrow it brought him, The little box sang. It moved from room to room, Starting by the wooden crib, Built by eager and anxious hands, It sat. Never to be played. The room was vacant, The baby’s cry was never heard. When the room was pac...
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    there are mornings that i wake up incredibly hung-over, yet i never drank. so why does my head pound louder than my heart, which somehow seems to have gone missing? ahh.. that’s right.. you stole it along with dozens of others and broke it, throwing the pieces into your ever-grow...
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    i went searching for that part of me, that seems to have gone missing, and wondered where all the other lost identities go? and so i followed the few arrows, placed for those like me, and found myself in a theater with many other pairs of hollow, blank eyes as the credits be...
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    2 a.m. is for the writer who’s mind works faster than her fingers that jot down what she feels the feelings of being awake involuntarily because the gears are turning and begging for release to unwind the day’s winding into words that can only be written at 2 a.m....
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    thank god he gifted you with ignorance, so you’ll never have to understand the need to starve yourself and the driving necessity to drag a razor across your skin. thank him that you do understand who you are because not everyone does, they only know pills and blades and bu...
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    rhyming poems are written by youth, so innocent and naive, when things made sense and every word had other words?(except orange of course) that went hand in hand. then one day, life happened. we hardly noticed as our problems, stopped having answers and everything turned orange, whe...
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    when you're walking on water there is no such thing as footsteps. no scars left behind, no memory of god-awful sleepless nights, unrepairable heartbreaks, or painful, overwhelming thoughts that made you question who you were, or what you were supposed to be... because on the water...
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    Welcome to this town, Not too far from a big city. Population of one, Teenager that threatened the balance Of the princes and princesses, The athletes and the artists, The nerds and new kids. All different by the outside, Yet on the inside all the same. She watched as each day passed, Wait...
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    since he’s left i’ve been to every store, every shop, sniffing colognes and aftershaves to find his smell, but it appears to be lost. and so it is only now, that i regret washing the only sweatshirt he ever gave me, because when his smell was gone, he was too, and so was ...
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    who taught us that fake smiles were okay? that empty compliments are the answers, and that apologies should only act as band-aids? meaningless friendships are better than none, and assuring everyone “ i’m fine ” is the only way to be this twisted form of normal, we’ve been...
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    there was a time i’d just turn my head, and you’d be there. i could cry in your arms and you’d hold me whispering, “everything will be okay.” now my pillow is where my tears lay, and perhaps the fault is my own, but i still hear your voice sometimes, that’s how i know ...

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