Today I filled the bathtub
and put my head under.
I just laid there, thinking
about life, and death,
and the in-between,
and the after.
Looking up through the salty water
at the blurry figures
at the end of my vision.
They showed me who I really was
but I could not see me.
They pointed to the ţ̶̶̛͟͞͡͠҉̷̸̨́͜͟͢҉̢͠͡͞͏̴̷̵̡̢̡̨͜͜͢͠͠͏̵̷̨̢̧̡́́́́́͢͟͡͡h̶̨̢̛̀̕͢͜͜҉̴̴̸̴̧̨̀́̀̀́͢͝͞͠į̴̸̷̸̷̷̷̢̡̨̡̧̢̛̛̛̀́̀̀̕͟͟͜͢͞͝͡͏̷̴̡̨̨̢̡̨̨̧̛́̀̀́́̀͘̕͜͟͜͝͞͞͠͝͏̴̛͜͡҉̷̸̸̵̨̡̡̢́̕͜͢͢͡͝ņ̸̕҉̵̡̡͜͜͝͠͝҉͟҉̴̴̸̷̢̡̛̛̀͘̕͘͢͟͞͡͠҉̶̨̨̧̛̕͟҉̸̡̡̛̕͟͟͞͠͠͏͜҉̡͠g͏̶͢͝͏̷̷̢̨̀͜͡͞͏̵̴̨̢̢̨̡̛̛́̀͜͢͜͜͝͠҉̸̸̡́͟͠ś̷̴̡̢̧͝͏̀͟҉̡҉͡ on my hands
and said that I must wear them down
before I could join them.
They told me to be ḿ̶̶̵̨̧̡̡̛̕҉͠҉̶̷̶́͢͝m̶̶̡̕҉̶̶̷̡̢͢҉̶͝͏̵̕͢͢͏̸͟҉͟͞͏̡҉̵́͠҉̵̴̵̴̵̷̷̴̴̶̴̴̡̡̡̡̛́́́̀́̀̕̕͜͢͠͞͝҉̵̨̀̕͜͜͢͞͡͝͏̷̵̧̨̡́̀́̀͢͢͟͜͟͟͡͡͝͡͝͡ì̶̶̡̡̨̛̕̕͘͢͠͡҉̶̶̴̵̴̸̵̧̧̧̢̀͘̕͜͜͢͜͟͢͠͠͝͝͡͞҉͟͞͏̸̛҉͜͝͠͏̢́̀͢͝͏̨̧̡̧̡̢̛́͢͞͠҉҉̨́̀͞͏̷̴̕͘͜͞͡n͏̷̷̵̴̶̵̶̵̶̡̡̨̛̕͟͜͢͟͢͡͏̡͘͡͞҉̵͟͝͞҉̨͢͢͢͜͠͠͠͏̨͜͝͏̴͞͏̧͢҉̴̵̶d̴̸̷̸̶̷̵̷̷̶̢̧̨̡̨̢̧̨̨̛́͘͘͟͢͟͜͟͝͞͝͠͡҉̴̵̨̨̧̛̀̕͘̕͘̕̕͘͡͡͠҉̶̷̸̶̷̴̢̡̛҉̷̵̸̷̧̢́̕̕͢͜͞͝͡͞҉̶̵̶̧̡̧̧̢̕͢͝͡f̧҉̶̡́u̶̵̢̧̕͢͠͡͏̶̴̵̧̨̨̢̨̛̀́͜͝͞͞͡͝ļ̷̷͝҉̵͟͡
and to remember that it is okay to fail
and that ẁ̸̶̴̷̵̛́͝͞͝͏h̷̶̶̶̴̷̴̵̵̶̶̵̵̴̷̶̶̸̸̷̢̢̧̢̢̧̢̧̢̡̧̧̛̛̛̛̛́̀́̀̀́̀̕̕͜͢͟͜͢͟͞͝͠͠͠͝͡͞͠͠͡ą̴̷̸͘͟͝͏͘҉̶̵̴̴̧̀͟͢͝͝͝҉̵̷̸̴̶̶̨̢͘͘͢͞͝͝͡͝҉̸̶̢̢̛́̀̕͟͜͡͠͡҉̵̶̀̀̕͘͟͟͟͡͞҉̶̷̸̡̀̀́͞͝҉̷̷̛̛̕͟͜͟͜͞͞ţ̵̵̛́͟͢҉̷̶̛̛́͘͜͜͞ ̸̶̷̵̴̴̸̴̡̡̨̢̨̧̛̀́́̀́͘̕͘͘͟͟͢͢͢͟͢͡͠͠͞͝҉̸̸̷̧̢̢̛̛̛͢͜͢͜͜͜͢͜͠͠͡͝͠͞҉̵̀́͡͏́̕͢͜͡҉̶͠h̶̵̵̨̨̡̛̀͘̕̕͢͟͡͠͠͡͝͝a̵̷̷̷҉̡̧̀͜͡͡p̵̸̸̨͏̶̴̡̧̢̡́́́̕͟͟͝҉̸͡͏͝͏̸̨̨̢̨̀̀͟͜͠͞ṕ͞҉̢͞͏̸̢̛́́͜͝͝͝e͏҉҉͢͏̶̵̶̡̧̛͜͟͞͞͞͡͡͡ń̢̀̀̕̕͢҉̶̷̵̷̸̸̴̨̡̧̛́͞è̸̢̢̛̀̕͟͢͜͞d͏̧̧̨̧̛̀́҉̴̷̵̷̸̷̶̧̕͝͡͡҉͏̵̸̴̵̢̡̛̛̀̕̕͟͜͡ was not my fault
and that everything would turn out a̴͟͏͠҉҉̷͏̶̵̵̧̛̛̛͞͡͠͝͏̸̷̢̡̨̢̡̛́́͘͟͟͢͡͠҉̡̢̛́̀̀͟͟͜͏̨̀͘̕ś̨͜ ̸̵̴̸̢̧̢̧́̕͘͜͠͞͠͡͏̵̨̨̛̕̕͟͠͏̸̧̛̕̕͘͜͠͏̴̨̡̧̕͡t̸̶̶̢̛͘͟͢҉̵̀͟͝͡͡͏͏̴͠͞͏͠͏̸̸̛̀́͢͡͝͠͞͠͏̸̸̸̛́̀́͢͜͟͠͞҉̷̷̵̨͢͟͜h̡̛҉̴̴̧̡̛̛̀̀̀͜͟͜͢͟͡͞͏҉̸͟͜è̷̷̴̷̢̡̡̀̕͘͢͢͢͡͡͝y҉̴̴̸̢̨̛͘͢͜͡͠͝͠҉̨̛̀̕ ́͠҉̧̛̕͡͞͏̷̵̷̧̡̧̧̛͢͜͟͟͢͡͡͝͝͡ẁ̷́̕͟͜҉͏̷̵̢̢́҉̵̶̷̶̢̨̧̧̨̢̛́͟͜͡͠͝͝͏͘i҉̶͢҉̧͝l̵̢̛̕͏̨̀͠҉̸̸̶̴̨̀́́̀́͠҉̷̷̸̸̸̵̡̢̨̨̧̧̡̨̧̛̀̀̕̕͟͢͢͢͟͡͞͡͡͡͡͡ĺ̶̷̷̴̶̷̴̸̢̡̡̡̧̧̨̡̧̡̧̧̨̛̛̕̕͟͟͡͝͞͡҉̵̸̵̧̢̨̕͟͟͞͞͡͏̧͢͟͏̡̧̛͜͟͢͜͞͡͝҉̨́͏̵̷̸̶̧̧̢̛́̀́͘̕͟͏͘͠͡҉̴̀̕̕͢͏̴̢̢̢̛͜͟͟͝͞͞͞ ̵̶̵̸̢̢̨̛́̀͠͏̴̴̧͏̸̧̛͏̡͘͘͢͟į̴̵̶̧͝t̡͝҉̡̀͠ ̴̶̴̴̢̨̢̨̛́̀̀̕̕͘̕̕͢͟͢͝͞͝͠͞͏̵̡̢̢́́͘̕͜͞҉͏̶̴̵̧̢́͘͝͞͡͠҉̛́͏t̛͢͏͏̵͜͡҉̸̛̀҉͟͞͏̸̸̷̨̨̛͘͘͝͏̷͟҉͢҉̢͏̵̴̷̵̸̨̧̢̢̢̡̛̕̕͢͢͢͢͞͡͠͏̴̸̡͘̕͜͟͟͟͜҉o̷̴̴̢͘͟͡͏̨̀͟͠͏̶̴̵̕͢͟͞҉͡҉̶̶̶̧́́̀̕͘̕͢͟͟͜͜͞͠͝͡.
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
