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 Nov 2013 Wesley Adam
cozy april
Maybe
We're all broken
Because we're living
A solitary life of
Who we want to be
Not who we're destined to be

a.s
 Nov 2013 Wesley Adam
cozy april
I hope
That when we're older
Wiser, Bolder
We can understand
The things that use to break us
And realize
Suicide shouldn't take us.

a.s.
 Nov 2013 Wesley Adam
cozy april
Dear me,
Hi.
Stop getting angry at things that aren't worth
the energy of staying angry.
Take a shower.
Take five showers.
Hell, take ten showers if you want to.
Stay in bed all day and do nothing!
Watch ****** romantic movies and cry your heart out.
Don't hold yourself in because you think you're "too strong".
Stay outside all day, and make shapes in clouds.
Wake up in the morning with determination
to fall in love with your city all over again.
Find cafes and independent book stores you've never been to before.
Pretend you're a tourist and take photographs.
Stay out all night.
Breathe.
Take better care of yourself April.
You deserve it.

a.s.
Found this note I wrote to myself when i was depressed this summer. Wrote it in poem form.
 Nov 2013 Wesley Adam
cozy april
I haven't been able
To think clearly
Fir the past days
I've come to the understanding
That you've indulged yourself
In my membranes
Covering yourself in my mind
Like a dark blanket
I am possessed by your beauty
Baffled by your ignorance
And completely
Fantasized by your willingness
To love me

a.s.
For Adam.~
 Nov 2013 Wesley Adam
cozy april
Meaningless little messages
Sent with giggles
And clicks
Two different lives
Shared with music and pics
Two young souls
Trying to make it
In two different towns
Not wanting to break it
Two sad teenagers
Thousands of miles between
Found a way to keep connection
In a world so extreme

a.s.
7:07p.m.
For my friend Lila in Cancun.~
 Nov 2013 Wesley Adam
cozy april
We all have golden hearts
Locked within us like treasure
In a chest.
Yet we hide these chests
Deep in our bodies, minds, souls
And we search for these treasures
By making x-marks on our skin
Pouring blood out
In search for our small
Golden hearts.

a.s.

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