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Identified May 20
Everyone says I should feel proud,
for everything I've accomplished,
but the truth is, I feel tired.

Tired of meeting all those other people's expectations,
of not being able to give up.

I just want a day when no one expects anything from me,
just a hug,
but for them to come right up to me,
right up to my side so I can give it to them.

Tired of listening to solutions,
or opinions at best,
but no one looks inside,
my inside,
to see how I'm feeling.
Identified May 19
These will be the last verses of this stage.

Verses of love, suffering, searching,
and much compassion.

Questions were answered,
and new ones were generated.

We cried, we were hopeful,
we died, and we were reborn.

76,000 words and 14,000 feelings,
3,000 tears and 18 sighs.

“Simple feelings on paper,
my greatest support,
my only company,
and my most faithful sage.”
Identified May 18
I remembered her,
every time I breathed,
and I feel you every time I breathe.

***** smoke,
that fills my chest,
and doesn't let me feel my soul,
or my feelings.

I desired her in silence,
and my heart wants to go out and find you,
desperately in the streets,
like an addict who can't find his fix.

I tasted her in every kiss,
that fresh cherry flavor,
contaminated by my tarry breath.

She hurt me, broke my heart,
took me to the divine heavens,
you hurt me, put me in a hospital,
and you're going to take me underground.

My mind cries for peace,
my soul for respite,
in this toxic relationship they'll never have it.

You were poison disguised as nectar,
I thought you were comfort,
but you were wound.
I thought you were the cure,
and you were the poison.
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