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 Jul 3 Julie
Limes Carma
I didn’t want to fall apart mid-sentence,
So I said less and asked more questions.
Tuned out love songs, skipped our street —
I made avoiding you look complete.

I smile and nod when your name is mentioned,
As if it doesn't pull me out of the conversation
They throw it around casually, like it's not cutting right through —
I guess I never got to cry out about you.
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 Jul 3 Julie
Elena Rosi
Falls.
Never gets up.
Falls.
Pretends it doesn’t hurt.
Falls.
Too much pride to accept.
Falls.
Stops trying— stays alert.

Falls. Falls. Falls.
And
Still
We
Get
Up
Again.
 Jul 3 Julie
Charmour
I laugh—
Every time I’m on the edge of breaking.
When tears slip down,
Uninvited,
From eyes that were never meant to spill them.

I laugh with all I’ve got,
As if the sound can drown the ache—
As if pretending
Can make the pain behave.

I wear a smile like armor,
A mask of joy the world applauds.
But beneath it all—
Is a soul quietly screaming,
Begging to be held,
To be heard.

To be told:
It’s okay to cry.
It’s not weakness to feel.
It’s not a sin to break
 May 22 Julie
Arcos
I look forward to the day I fail my final,
Because it’ll mean I tried.
I look forward to the day a girl rejects me,
Because it’ll mean I had courage.
I look forward to the day I’m arrested,
Because it’ll mean I found a boundary.
I look forward to the day I get lines on my forehead,
Because it’ll mean I earn them.

I look forward to the day I argue with my wife,
Because it’ll mean I found my person.
I look forward to the day my child is difficult,
Because it’ll mean I see him grow, change.
I look forward to the day I die of old age,
Because it’ll mean I lived.
 Apr 21 Julie
Soul-in-poetry
My bed is so warm,
So safe

Leave me here to rot please.
I enjoy the comfort of my bedroom
I don’t mind being left alone

I crave the isolation,
I crave being alone in my thoughts
I crave being calm and tired in my bed

Oh my bed is so warm,
So comfortable

I don’t care for the good weather out
The “exciting things” to do

Just leave me here to rot
I’m just so tired

I know this isn’t healthy,
But I’m scared–
So please just let me hide here,
I feel so weak…
Just a little poem about depression
 Apr 20 Julie
Whitewidowhaze
Be ready to say "goodbye"
When you have the guts to say "hello"
Interpolation of all the hello and goodbye poems
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