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Shannon Dec 5
The echoes of a life cut short,
Thirteen reasons why it all fell apart.
A tapestry of pain, woven with care,
Each thread a story, a burden to bear.

The first, a whisper of loneliness and doubt,
Unheard cries for help, a silent shout.
The second, a torrent of relentless shame,
Drowning in the weight of an unbearable name.

The third, a betrayal, a trust betrayed,
Shattered dreams, a friendship dismayed.
The fourth, a burden too heavy to hold,
Crushed by the weight of a story untold.

The fifth, a storm of unforgiving rage,
Lashing out, a desperate plea to disengage.
The sixth, a spiral of self-loathing and fear,
Trapped in a cycle, no solace to hear.

The seventh, a weight of expectation's toll,
Suffocating dreams, a stifling control.
The eighth, a wound that never quite healed,
Scars of the past, a truth unrevealed.

The ninth, a whisper of a love gone wrong,
Shattered hearts, a melody turned to song.
The tenth, a burden of guilt and regret,
Haunting memories, a debt never met.

The eleventh, a storm of anxiety's grip,
Drowning in the waves, a sinking ship.
The twelfth, a weight of a world's indifference,
Echoing silence, a deafening difference.

The thirteenth, a final, desperate plea,
A life extinguished, a tragedy.
Thirteen reasons why, a story so profound,
A testament to the pain that can be found.

In the depths of this darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A reminder that healing, though difficult, can still cope.
For in the aftermath of this tragic tale,
Lies the power to change, to mend, to prevail.
Shannon Dec 5
I miss the old Natey,
Straight from the bold Natey,
Chillin’ at 2 AM, Fort Natey.
I hate the new Natey,
Alani-fueled Natey,
What happened to the old Natey?
Snaps and chats, got those late-night snacks.
Not delivered? Come on, Nadine.
I miss pre-Rick Natey,
Yeah, the un-fake Natey.

Hope the old Natey comes back,
Just a call or a text, let’s get on track.
Shannon Oct 28
This time capsule is about me,
So those in the future can see.
Everything inside me wants to shout out, Open the capsule to see what it's about.
The ticking of time never ceases,
But that doesn't mean we need to speed it.

The capsule will tell of yore,
Of all the things that didn’t store.
Music, Clothes, and Education,
All this will show dedication.
It will tell a story of an unsettled Aidenn,
Let time restore what you must weigh on.

If you could leave something behind,
What would you wanna find?  
Would you think of a world that was laden,
Would it be your safe haven?
A Memory capsule tells of a time,
With friends, family and love.

Would it be your safe haven?
A Memory capsule tells of a time,
With friends, family and love.

— The End —