You are alone, trying your best to love yourself, and somehow, it makes you evil. The die has been cast and you are the half who hates herself because you hate not being you.
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26 and two days counting;
Didn’t even have the glory of 27,
Just a halfway thought-out header
That read, “Showed Promise.”
Jackie was confronting an invincible force, but he and his gay brothers were winning just by standing up to them. It was a momentous feeling of liberation.
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Will I forget that, the things I hate? Will I also forget the things I once loved?
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I equate religion
with the smooth circling
of these fish
through recycled waters.
Sean doesn’t fall for our parents’ lies, nor does he bother to contradict them. He knows the electric bill hasn’t been paid, the kitchen will never get painted, the claims about finding a new place to live are yarns.
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Between trysts you toil,
knowing you aren’t
her only one.
As expected, most of the residents were older adults, many in wheelchairs.
We had something in common already.
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