its sort of funny how i don't feel any different even though people always keep telling me that i am. but at the same time as not feeling any different, i know i have to have changed to make the choices i made because 5 months ago i wouldn't have made the same ones. so maybe i have changed, but maybe it wasn't that drastic. maybe a small part of me died. maybe that small part of me was my innocence.
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as the white dove goes down in a sea of red, the black raven soars above in a parade of grace.
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she chopped off all of her hair to signify something special, but not even she knew what was special enough to signify.
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PoetryJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
