talking with you like this again

made my heart itch a little

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perhaps i'm grieving

the person

i used to be

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whose misery kept her

chest a home

for liquid butterflies

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or maybe i just missed your

genuine company

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without woe waiting to haunt

my every reminder

of you

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my heart feels

a little heavy

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now that it's behind

There have been times too many in high school: times when I had neglected my well-being to catch up. I never quite had the option to take breaks, as doing so meant to pass my assigned tasks late. Thus, being on time came at the cost of my energy the next day, and so, the cycle repeated.

I thought it had been hopeless for me—passing late, I mean. I couldn't quite see a future without endless tasks and no sleep. If that was the point of life, should I even reach the future at all? Or will fatigue decide my short fate?

My repetitive life went on until a teacher herself had told me—to pass late if that's what it takes for me to live.

So I have.