So bright/yet so dull,/that I can’t find/my way through the life/I live.
A dancing petal,/encased in a white, glazed mouth—/A smoldering post.
Oh…Thanksgiving—Again Thanksgiving for me has changed significantly over the years. When I was a child, from what I can remember, it was just the four
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My weakness is giving in to people. Since I was little I always gave into people and never said “no,” “I don’t want to,” or “naw, I’m kew.”