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trooper
again and again and again when I was younger I often got sad but I wasn't sure why my mum would always say: just keep swimming, you're such a trooper now I cry everyday 1000 miles away from the mum that kept me going when I was sad and so now I need to try to keep going and call myself a trooper.
bourbon
hard like the crisp air of each winter morning hard like the empty nights I endlessly face hard like the cold disappointing stare from the reflection in my mirror hard like the bourbon that touches my lips as I think about what has become of me hard like the decision to down the drink, and a number more, to end it once and for all Not sipping to feel numb anymore, but chugging to die.
vines
here everything is connected. we are all some how woven together like vines. every little thing you do will effect someone you know. because you know everyone. and everyone is judging. you.
wheat
like a grain of wheat in a stretch of field so tiny in this world so irrelevant yet part of it all
bronze
bronze means not quite good enough. bronze means not quite shiny enough to be gold. bronze means a shrug of the shoulders. bronze doesn't mean accomplished. bronze doesn't mean proud. bronze doesn't mean everything will be okay. bronze means that I'm just not quite there.
calamity
Everything is put into perspective, I can live, things are alright. But the minute you step through the door and our eyes meet, for the first time in 3 years, everything comes rushing back, everything is blown totally out of perspective and I feel a sudden pain in my heart. I quietly gasp and know that it isn't going to be the same anymore. To have something so good taken away from you every time you're just starting to grasp a hold of it, is hard. It hurts. It may seem pathetic, but it is my own little calamity.
listening
Shhh Just listen. She told me. You think too much. Do you ever take the time to just pause for a minute, and listen to what someone else has to say? It can be nice, slipping out of your thoughts and putting someone else in control of your mind. You should try it sometime.