2 years

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It's been two years since I watched the news, hopeful that the strong woman I advocated for, would take the place as the first female president of the United States.


It's been two years since I rushed through my homework and high school prep just to see her win.


It's been two years since I watched as the state results came in, at first on my side, but gradually leaning towards the other.


It's been two years since I sat on the floor of my parents' room, shaking violently, anxious for the final states' results to come in, no longer hopeful.


It's been two years since I was paralyzed to my spot, tears soundlessly rolling down my face. 


It's been two years since my parents were trying to get me to respond to them, only moments after I felt defeated and betrayed by the country I love.


It's been two years since I went to sleep without saying goodnight, my face and eyes streaked red the next morning.

It's been two years since the people who were (and still are) close to me, friends, family and people more distant, teachers, acquaintances support one another more than before.


















It's been one year and almost 10 months since I asked Siri twice within the same minute who the president of the United States was, and received two different answers.














It's been a month since I felt another pit in my stomach, as this careless, selfish man, was sworn into the Supreme Court.





















It's been just a couple hours since I felt even the slightest bit relieved.  Thank you to the voters who voted for the correct people.

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