Je'free Y . Biography

The abode of tears:
Tears of joy and tears of sadness.
The house of traceable stressed contours,
And relieved smiles on faces.
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I took a couple with breakfast
I wish they'd be called ‘Memory Killers’,
As I now either eat waffles alone;
Or, what is even more pathetic,
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We are the undergraduates of everyday,
From the first morning yawn
To the time we merge the freeway;
From the moment we harvest a lesson
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There is a mild breeze inside
That wants to be a hurricane.
But I try to weather it. By sheer
Force of will, I contain it within
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There is a strange kind of void inside
That I am filling with void
Every time I restrict myself to be human,
Or to be the vulnerable kind.
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