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There are levels in the sky,
where the clouds come sliding by,
and the sun is bursting through
with rays ablaze upon our eyes

There are levels in the ground,
where the mountains hold the towns,
and tears of storms' past fury shine
in serenity they have found

There are levels in the sea,
where the days are memories,
and waves that wrestle with the shore
toss our spray into the breeze
make sure
you change
your bedsheets
before sunrise

i don't want you
to miss me
while i'm already busy
moving on
with my life
there are a few things I have realized in my life thus far:
1. waking up before the sun every morning is exhausting, but you never miss a spectacular sunrise
2. people will not change you, you have to change yourself
3. procrastination is a hard habit to kick
4. you should never change for boys who will leave you crying regardless of how much you change yourself for him
5. if he hits you once he will do it again
6. if your friends betray you; question what they really meant to you in the first place
7. be open, be open, be open: scream, cry, love openly and outwardly
8. appreciate nature; go for walks and breathe in the air as if the breeze was going to blow you away
9. there is an unspoken sense of freedom you get when you let go of what was holding you back
10. never forget you were created by the same thing the created the stars
“I want you more than I love you,” He said.
See.                    I'm.                                
No- ­                     fi-                                   I  
   thi                   ne.                             was
     ng                  I'm.                        up
        is    ­            Go-                   rea-
          wro-          od,                 lly
               ng.      Okay            late.
           I had a snack before I came.
             The.                              I'm
       make.               I'm                Just
up.                          Not         ­         Tired.
Makes.                  Broken                      I    
      ­ Me                                           Don't
           Look.                                 Feel
                   pale.                Well.
                   Yesterday was great
              I just.          I'm            I just
          Had.                Ha-            Like
      A bad.                ppy.               The
Sleep.                                               Style.

These are the threads
Of my web of lies
That I build above your heads
Strenghth ending everyday

My common day lies
Spun like spiders silk
Drifting unbroken in the skies
So plain it stands hidden

Entwined strings of excuses
To form a mask from the world
With a million uses
To fake that I am whole

Because I am the spider
Creeping through the day
Dangling off silk as my web grows wider
Trapping all the flies
Uncertainty fills the air
And suddenly I'm not so sure.
Nostalgia begins to decay
But why?
Heavy, heavier...
I inhale and sigh with, what, exasperation?
Creation?
These are all mere distractions
To prevent myself from colliding
With myself,
With how I feel.
Emotional trauma, Part I -
Coming soon to a childhood near you!
We laugh it off
But it does not leave us.
Nothing can leave us
As easily as you walked away
That night.
I will not forget what I saw.
Engraved in my brain
Causing me to crumble
Tumble, tumble...
**Crash.
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