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Jan 2019
The weather is not bipolar,
It does not wake in pain,
It does not feel
a debilitating emptiness
running through its bloodstream,
poisoning its nervous system,
depriving it of all the things
that used to make it feel alive.
The weather is not afraid
to drink coffee
for the fear that it will spark
a week of sleepless nights,
a week of spending rent money
on projects destined to be left
incomplete,
a week of irritability
and unfinished meals.
The weather does not experience
mental illness,
people do.
I’ve always hated that saying
Zane S
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Zane S  26/Genderqueer/Colorado
(26/Genderqueer/Colorado)   
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