It’s Not You, It’s Me

I still find this funny, but I understand exactly what it means.

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Poetry | Gunshot

I remember
my hands shaking
but only for a second
then, I—
I pulled the trigger

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Why Do You Write?

Those who have been eminent in philosophy, politics, poetry, and the arts have all had tendencies toward melancholia.

— Aristotle

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Live Fiercely: Fight Against Anxiety

I don’t think you have to live so fiercely all the time —KNJ

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Poetry | When Will Spring Come?

my favorite crystals
shining, falling
covering me
like the clouds
—or is it smoke?

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