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May 18
I watched a dance recital
It showed reality

There was a kid out of sink, doing everything wrong
There was a kid who had trouble balancing, struggling to stay sturdy
There was a kid who fell behind everyone else, going too slow
There was a kid who rushed ahead, their movements too fast

All these kids still tried, to stay determined
Though their eyes still hollowed, their faces ashamed

I wonder if they told themselves, “Next time I’ll do better”
I wonder if they asked themselves, “Why do I always mess up?”
I wonder if they wished someone was there to cheer them on
I wonder if they wished they could make that someone proud

This is reality
These are the things that will happen
These are the things you will say to yourself
These are the things you will hope to surpass

Though to hope is useless
This is everyone’s fate
If nothing went wrong in life
Then everything would just be the same

However if that's the case,
Then I guess life is just about pain

So really, let's be honest,
There is no escape.
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Soul-in-poetry  Gender Fluid
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