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winter Mar 2022
i guess im picturing my death again
this time it feels real
i can see the reactions
of those i love most
the timing seems perfect
its scary
winter Feb 2022
a lot of people see me
and decide they'd like to hurt me
maybe let me smile and laugh
until i'm cornered into that wall
they like how they tower over
they see my strength
and they want to test the limits
winter Feb 2022
having thoughts that make me go
aaa i need severe psychological help
winter Feb 2022
i wish i could apologize
without it being selfish
winter Feb 2022
if the days just keep on coming like this i might just have to actually give up 🤟
winter Feb 2022
Who are you?

I came to your new house when you cried
Your life was falling apart, I Saw.

When he died,
when everyone else left for the night
and you opened up to me
you were still searching for yourself
and nothing made sense
I heard you
I knew you

and when you slowly revealed so many bits and bits and bits
your mother and your father
your brother and your sister

your family your history the
day you showed up in braces, even though your teeth were already Perfect.
"they told me i have to be perfect."
you said.

in that moment, i knew you.

we drifted apart, of course,
mostly because i didnt belong there
but still, but still,
i did know you

but years have passed
i watched them pass you too
blue gowns and suede shoes
the entire lot of you
in one grand assembly line
all looking exactly the same

no, i didn't know any of them
and there was no trace of you

more time has passed
actually, i've traveled far away
i see y'all exclusively now in photos

but it scares me.
"kristi"
is in your eyes
i dont know what theyve done to you
or what youre doing
in that evil town
that steps over the people it buries

but i'm looking at you now
i've never seen anyone so
far
gone.

there is no trace of you
i can't even recognize you
your mother is in your face
your father is in your dress
those things i know,
because thats how i know you
but the rest isnt true

so who the hell are you?
to all of the girls who go to south dakota state university
winter Feb 2022
I climb this Ithaca hill and I am
much closer to the clouds
I am
aging with each step
growing younger
smaller
laughter flooding through me
like rain finally flowing
through the cycle
I can lift my head higher
reversing gravity's pull
which has weighed on me
for all these years
Another revelation
this time, it's Spring
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