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Fry Aug 2020
I thought I could handle it
They said it would be hard
But at first it was easy
I didn’t have to be in pain or lie

I stare at my reflection
And see change
No longer seeing something
That has grown
But the same old face from years ago
Staring back at me
Asking why I ever left
Fry Aug 2020
Sixteen
Never thought I’d be here
Now I’m not sure
If the next year is
Feasible
Fry Aug 2020
The ocean throwing me around
Pulling me out
And keeping me under
I guess it’s a metaphor for
The life that I’m living
Everything has been keeping me under
Not allowing my lungs
To fill with oxygen
Fry Aug 2020
A moment to breathe
Fresh air filling my lungs
A moment where I feel more
That’s all I need
Fry Aug 2020
Honesty
A one way ticket
To the end
Is it worth it
Fry Aug 2020
The last time I truly slept
Only half awake
But at least I was safe
At least I didn’t have to question
If my feelings were real
Fry Aug 2020
That’s all I want
A world manipulated
By the red dye of rose petals
Falling off the last
Flower
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