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i found strength
in handing out kindness;
even to those who may not
have deserved it.
—  poeticallyordinary
with her dreams pressed tightly
between shaking hands,
she gathered the notebooks filled
with stories she had written.
 
“this.” she said,
  
“this is who i am.”
—  poeticallyordinary
she wasn’t sure she belonged
to these melancholy skies;

a sunset, not a supernova,
she found peace in the burning,

but no relief in the fall.
—  poeticallyordinary