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Literature – Prose
:thumb209737206: :thumb209168454: Lonliness        It's that feeling that you're trapped. Stuck in small box, unable to escape. Every time your phone rings you dive for it, slowly you become unable to ignore texts – even texts from people you don't want to talk to. You sit, twenty four hours a day, by your computer. Praying for e-mails. Hoping for communication.
       You can't go downstairs, and speak to the people there, because they don't want to talk to you.
      And that staleness. That staleness in your mouth, in your mind. All because you've grown tired of the company of your own thoughts. That fear, in the pit of your stomach.  You're afraid that everyone hates you. The hurt that comes with the truth at the root at your fears. Everyone hates you. Everyone does.
     Tears. Scalding hot on your cheeks. Trapped. Trapped and alone. No one can hear you. Simply no one cares. You'r

Literature – Poetry
:thumb209150577: RealIt feels weird
My face breaking
Into a fragmented smile
I'm out of practice
But this is Real
My burden has been lifted
(at least temporarily)
I can breath now
Maybe later
I'll try on
An out-of-tune laugh
May sound rusty
But it will be Real
I'm finally starting
to feel
            Real   regressionit is eleven thirty four in the morning and
i am thinking about how it is stupid to fall in love
because of october and a knit hat.
but it's raining and i can feel
climates shifting and if we can't love each other
at the end of the world, when?
if we cannot feel fire beneath our mouths and eyes.
but my poems are losing control,
becoming mismanaged and unstructured.
infinite regress, a teacher i once had would call it,
but that would imply that there was something to
regress from.
i can feel the chaos and it validates me,
becomes the fiber in my fingernails,
the small circles that surface and re
surface, analysis becoming
nothing more or less than itself.

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