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I want to be like the grass rooted into the soil, and not having to worry about anything around me because grass is gr..
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Sitting in this crowd,
surrounded by nothing but sweaty, shouting, drunk old men,
and college students thinki..
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As I stand on this gravel road that stretches out in both directions, I can feel bits of sharp rocks stick to the skin o..
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In
a field I looked into going past,1
In the sound of a few leaves,2
Your shadow at morning striding behind y..
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I wrote this a couple years ago actually, and just found it in my pit of unfinished documents. Tell me what you think
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not my best... ehhh I am a terrible writer, why do i post these Dx
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Really struggling right now, so I tried to write it all out. idk
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yeah, idk here.
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Things don’t just get better.
You have to make them better.
You can lie in bed all day,
and cry yo..
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This vacation was supposed to be fun,
but now all I can think of is the thought
that popped in my head,
the..
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