| scared. i am scared i will end up empty. scared i will settle for less than i'm meant for. scared i will surrender to parental pressure. scared i will lose sight of a lifelong dream. i fight it. i fight the fear. i fight the emptiness the loneliness the vulnerability i will make it i will find my way i will fight to live. |
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| i am a horrible person
i judge
i judge without thinking
without thinking of them.
i have them classified with one look
boom
you're this
boom
you're that
but you're not supposed to
hear me say that
but you did hear me
and i saw your face
i am so sorry
i am a horrible person |
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| i'm in the Windy City
the buildings are old
beautiful.
but not enough nature
beautiful nature.
i could live here.
but i might suffocate
not enough oxygen
not enough
i might suffocate. |
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| a girl, not very pretty
dyed hair, glasses
neutral clothes
a folder covered in
photos---
glamour shots of her
idol |
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| for Hodan Barris
Hodan
beautiful curly brown hair
sparkling chocolate eyes
affectionate, outgoing
twelve years old
singing to pop songs a capella
listening to my cd player
doing the pancake
twelve years old
hugging her stuffed penguin
falling asleep against me
talking about family
twelve years old
giving out hugs
waving to friends
gossiping about boys
twelve years old
sitting in a van by the roadside
nearly 2 a.m.
speaking to her Papa in his native tongue
suddenly thrown forward
her cousin flying feet away
necks snapping as they hit
the walls
the seats
each other
twelve years old
too young to die. |
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