Aria Lei

I know I am young,
I repeat that over and over,
Yet I feel so much older.
I know truths about this world
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The wind blows as
The rain falls from
The skies.
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I'm going to fall.
I can't feel my legs below me.
I'm going to melt.
My body is super-heated at the
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What do you get when you run away from
a predator? You get exactly what I'm
writing about: something chasing after
you. Not letting you go.
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Hollow eyes,
Creaky bodies,
I see you
All along the street.
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Why can’t I just disappear?
Just become as invisible
as I now feel.
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Half-way across the world,
(You guys are so lucky)
Is better than gone.
(To have them coming home)
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I’m sitting here on my bed
with my headphones on my head,
listening to Rose In December by
Halestorm. A love song about waiting,
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We are the human race,
The race of war.
We kill more of our own in one war,
than animals kill of each other in
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Knives over glass,
Eyes cold as ice
Red and green flash before my eyes.
A black, charred cap.
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I walk out of my house
(Alone)
And down to my car.
(Alone)
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He is the sun.
Bright and full of life
With a gravitational pull that conquers all.
Warmth and comfort come
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The river of disease follows me everywhere.
It's filled with
Colitis,
Diabetes,
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I hit the ground,
running away,
seeing you today
with her
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Eyes droop,
Body slouches,
Legs collapse,
I'm so tired.
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I walk down this road,
Such a lonely road and I feel as if I've been down here before,
I have been here a billion times before.
It's a broken and ragged road,
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Icy heart
Warm heart.
The icy-hearted person feels nothing,
The warm-hearted person feels too much.
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Wow, I don't know how to start-no, I do. Here goes.

I met you in first grade. It was fun. We were friends right from the start. You made me laugh. You made me smile (not hard to do to an innocent 1st grader, but whatever) . We played together at recess, and by 3rd grade I knew you well enough and you were my first crush. We kept getting closer, talking about everything, though, to this day, I don't know the simple things-your favorite color, your favorite food. Fourth grade passed with memories of you, and...lets call her...Paiz. Fifth, you were in your first relationship, and, as I think back now, I think I was more jealous of her than hurt that you weren't paying more attention to me. Sixth grade, we grew farther apart, but I swear it was mostly my fault-I was so shy and I never walked up and just said HI. Seventh, I tried to say hi, but it was through a friend.
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Sharp,
Biting,
Stabbing.
The pain hits every step I take,
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