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When will I ever be enough?**

It is a simple question.
Yet I'm filled with transgression.
Dear Younger Me,

We've shed many tears
Over all these years.

However, thats okay
We have had our good days.

You'll meet some great people along the way
We can never repay them


everything happens for a reason.
i promise.

Do not let anyone rob you of your peace and hope.
March 1, 2014.
2 years
7 months
14 days ago
16 hours
23 minutes
30 seconds.*

2 years
7 months
14 days ago
16 hours
23 minutes
32 seconds ago,


You left me.
You left all of us.
In your absence we have all been left to our own devices.
I'll have you know it's not pretty.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis.
A poem by E.E. Cummings.
There once was this  boy.
He was unaware of it but
He had the brightest smile.
I long to see that smile one last time.
*One last time.
That smile
Taught me to love...
Taught me to not be afraid...
Taught me to never give up...
Taught me that good things take time...
Taught me...
A great deal
Of things about this thing we call
**Life
*
Her eyes sent asteroids falling,
Like gravity possessed space.
Lines from my old poem "Planet-Jumper"
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