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  Mar 2018 B
crystal holly
i write because paper
always listens
B Mar 2018
I write that this, my illusory ink,
May provide context to chaos and form to fact
That you might remember in the crescent
What I said under the full
  Mar 2018 B
rmh
the words bloomed from my mouth
and the petals fell as i spoke what i'd been
trying to say for the last six months
beautiful and soft
they fell to the floor in swirls
but left behind only dust
speak
  Mar 2018 B
Rachael Judd
I fall into the depths for carefree conversations, where the other person isn’t pretending to be something they’re not. I fall for the childish laughters that rise deep in their stomach. I fall for the inadvertent smilies that grow without the intention of doing so. I fall for the moments right before you sleep when your eyes begin to shut and you drift away into a dream. I fall for the soul of you, not the skin which carries you.
  Mar 2018 B
Mitch Prax
spring has sprung
and i’m left in
the snowy mountains
to face the damage done.
B Mar 2018
Depression is many things

It is numb and aloof
Like you're on trial for being victim to every action or word spoken to you, but you bear the burden of proof

It is overwhelming and undertreated
Sinking or collapsing but never moving. Knowing you're better off now, but still feeling cheated

It is patient and twisting
Always dancing in the dead space of thought before you fall asleep resisting

Depression is many things
But it isn't me
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