Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.

I know you can. 
Kinda Sorta. 
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.

The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.

Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.

She was new in school, I think. 
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....

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The slip from

Unopened gates of a world I had lived

Was not particularly the hardest

More so was the descent, where I found time

Seconds counted in decades

To swallow the misgivings

Bloomed as my fallen feathers

And the certainty

Of this

My decision.

My skirt grasps the falling winds of January.

It pulls me into the next

My new home

Where flesh burn...

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