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stagnant | still
This isn’t about burnout, or laziness or even depression, exactly.
It’s about the deafening silence that seeps in when the sound of purpose fades away.
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you look so pretty when you cry
I didn’t look like the kind of girl you write poems about. Until I did, and I almost lost my life chasing ‘perfection.’
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The summer we counted mosquito bites like they were stars
The sting of summer, the smell of freshly cut mangoes and the constant whirring of the fan whisk me back to long, restless summers in my grandparents’ home.
