rachael-p-presleyWhisper

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help, i can't sleep.When you say insomnia, / people think you’ve had too much caffeine. / That it’s something you’ve eaten that day.
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HomecomingGod blesses your hands, takes them both / and lifts you so you can stand. / This is your homecoming,
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A Civic DutyI feel as though I have an obligation, / A duty, you could say, to address something / We ignore almost everyday.
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The BartenderAnother Saturday night / spent breaking up bar fights, / and fixing things
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Personal PreferanceYou say you've got it all figured out, / got the science down at age nine-teen. / I roll my eyes, because that's just silly.
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drip drip drippingi understand now why some people do it— / shred their wrists so something can escape, / can breathe, can force its way out of your skin—
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High School HorrorI don’t want near your pre-k rhyming stanzas, / your backstabbing friends, your sky-scraper tall tales, / your *hopelessirrevocableunrequited* “love”, or your non-beating heart.
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Breathing in Concrete (You)My heart hurts for you. / For the swirling ashes / You call home. The burning
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In Stages**The Before** / You are told to steel yourself. / You are told not to hesitate,
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TwentyTwenty-years old and still wishing on shooting stars / Because a part of you is still naïve and dying / A last breathe for who you are
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