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Jul 2018
There is something about happiness that comes and goes so quickly. It’s like that box of chocolates from your favorite candy store, it’s great; until it’s gone. I want to appreciate fresh flowers and perfectly cracked eggs. I want to soak in warm tea and my mother’s laughter. I used to be just fine. I used to love the sound of chirping birds and the waves rushing up against the sand on trips to the shore. Now I want nothing but empty fulfillment’s; I want nothing to do with my reality. When will it be that I smile at the white, daisies that grow outside my window? When will it be that I welcome the August heat past my hollow bedroom door? I want to be free like an uncaged bird but, there is something about my reality that’s holding me back. There is something about August that I don’t want to remember.
August heat waves
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  17/F
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