im sorry for not being active much here. i will make it up to you by making a poem rn (yes on the spot; with current emotions i am feeling)
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today is another day,
barely hanging by a thread
tomorrow is another one
and i fear it’s something that i dread.
a day off of work
may seem like enough
but for me it isn’t
because to me this job is rough.
yes i am happy i make money
and i’m happy to have a home
but this isn’t the life i want
i want a better one to call my own.
i’m in college now
something i never thought would be true
but i tell you right now it’s been amazing
and it’s the easiest thing, i promise it’s true.
i have found reasons to keep going
when everything feels overwhelming at times
but i never once thought it would be like this
it’s still strange to call these achievements as mine.
work, school,
relationships, and friends
feels like a lot to handle
but it’s actually the party that never ends.
because one day i will make it out
of this state that has become my prison.
and i will have a job worth my time
and the meaning behind it is my reason.
for one day i will meet individuals
who are incarerated without proof
i cant explain this right now
but i will eventually tell it to you.
today is a day worth holding onto
when everything feels incredibly dull
so don’t forget there is a saying;
it’s worse to think of a cup half empy, when it’s actually quite full