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  Sep 13 Xaela San
Robby
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
  Sep 5 Xaela San
Ciel Noir
;)
my heart was an open book
full of blank sections
and searching for meaning
I filled it with questions

I looked for connections
or some explanation
I looked for letters
and I found punctuation
  Aug 29 Xaela San
Sara
there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.
don't be afraid to open up
  Aug 27 Xaela San
Tia
Cat
I want to live for random conversations,
With coffee at pointless locations,
Talk endlessly like a curious cat,
To be satisfied, and brought back to life.

I hope for unknown tomorrows,
Simply living and breathing slow,
To close my eyes and feel the breeze,
To have my mind be in absolute peace.
Xaela San Aug 27
I prayed and hope for it
I have sacrificed my time for it
But when I got it, I felt nothing

I heard "congratulations"
Such words felt nothing
Just sounds the tongue twisted

They don't know me, maybe that's why
I felt no genuine happiness
Rather I felt deep guilt.
I recently passed my board exam.  I prayed and hoped for it. I saw my name in the list of passers, but I felt nothing. I studied for a long time.

When I passed, I was congratulated, but I don't know them. They didn't know how I struggled.

I wasn't able to celebrate yet. Regardless, I should be happy.  I don't know why, but I just feel guilty. I just wanted to let this out.  Maybe, I'll give my self time to process everything.
  Aug 21 Xaela San
Carlo C Gomez
~
Precious Padma
You dearest aquatic flower
You grew in murky waters
Unblemished by its impurity
But come they did
To ****** your petals
And leave you a burning stem
Never can they take from you
The spirit of your plainsong
It continues to grow in your sisters
And in a time and season so near
They will sing your hymn
As one substantial voice
The changing winds will then
Lift it higher

~
On Thursday, December 5, 2019, a 23-year-old **** victim from Unnao, India was seized by five men, including the two people she had named in her previous complaint to the police, and beaten, stabbed and set on fire. Still ablaze, she walked nearly a mile, seeking help before finally calling the police herself. She later died in a New Delhi hospital, prompting protests of violence against women.
  Aug 19 Xaela San
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
F
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Apart
But yet it’s
F
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Right
Into place
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