16. Drowning in my own disease. Writing is my thing.
But I think this is how it’s going to be.
You see, you cannot peel off your nose or cut off your head.
You cannot take the monsters out of me.
They are part of me, too.
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15 years old
Laying next to my best friend
2am on a summer night.
The window is cracked
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The Man Across the Street
The man across the street died last weekend.
He was seventy years old, found in his backyard.
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The sun and the moon are
Meant to be.
They are the only ones set in the same sky,
But never in the same light.
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