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Apr 2020
I dream in pink
I dream in comforting colors
I dream big and I dream hard
Trying to escape this world and depart

The pink I dream of is now on my dress,
with stitched white flowers I try to impress
On my birthday with a smile & stare
would I be happy with lungs devoid of air?

what if I decay and become one with the soil?
that should be enough to end my turmoil
Tearing me in half between life and death
Oh, little birds, I wish I was in your stead

I dream in black and, sometimes, in blue
it really just depends on my heart and its rue
for all the times I let it break apart and bruise
then patched it up, with some parts loose

I will blow a candle,
Officiate a new year
just like every time,
with a smile & a tear
For a year has passed,
And Iā€™m still just as torn,
between wanting to be here
& wishing I was never born.
I turn 19 tomorrow. Some thoughts about making it to another year.
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