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 Apr 2019 Nothing
Ally Ann
My body is made of flammable stone
a paradox in its own birth
a wooden crown atop
goddesses in dressing gowns
sleeping to the sound
of fire burning me to the ground.
I am swaying with the tears of my mother
hitting silently as they fall,
everything that made me special
also put me up in flames.
What a sight,
all this destruction
pillars of smoke around my teeth,
rosy cheeks as I’m lowered into the grave
because it is I
and I am one
with the great Notre Dame
In destruction, we will find strength
 Dec 2018 Nothing
Meera
She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
 Dec 2018 Nothing
Gabriel Bonney
I'm fearful when I play our song alone
I'm careless when wear our rebel clothes
I'm ready when we sing this on the low
They'll try to make you give in, but
The demons don't control us
I'm lonely when we forget about our revel
I'm zealous when we go marching in our yellow
I'm steady when covered by my fellow rebels
It's a lot more encouraging to me when people are real about their problems. I hate what we're going through, but it's nice to find people like me, and it proves that we're not alone. The demons in our head try to convince us that we are alone, and that it's not worth the fight, but when we stand together, when we tell each other our problems, when seek each other's help, we can make it out of this.
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