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She sits beside me,
She's my best friend,
I've never had one,
Not like her, at least.
She has dark hair,
She's so beautiful,
And she doesn't know it.
She's just amazing.
She doesn't get mad,
At least, not for no reason.
She's so petite, and small,
Sometimes I get jealous.
But whenever I feel mad,
Just looking at her,
It calms me down.
I'll never be mad at her.
I cant be mean,
Because she's so nice,
So good to people,
The weirdos like me.
Because she's just her.
And I admire her.
Literature
Gravity
I promise I’m not like everybody else.
I won’t
BREAK you.
I’m not here to
HURT you.
I’m not here to
RUIN everything.
I’m here to
FIX you.
I’m here to
SAVE you.
I’m here to
Make everything
BETTER,
Please don’t say I’m like everybody else.
Because I’m not here to
BREAK you.
But sometimes, gravity is
STRONGER
Than
ME.
Sometimes you’re going to
FALL.
But I promise, even if I’m not there…
I’ll still be there, for you.
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three ways to fall apart
i.
we were seventeen
when you promised me that
this tiny dustbowl of
a southern town was not going to be
everything my life was made of.
it wasn't hard to believe
because the maps you'd spread across
your ceiling never lied (since you claimed
it was easier to dream when they
were stuck above you
in the night).
i remember the lines you'd drawn
in a felt pen, red because it seemed important,
seemed louder than the rest, and
i remember how you
would trace the roads with your eyes until you
fell asleep. you had a knack for
memorizing every escape route, and when i asked why
you answered that it was because one day you
would have to run
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now i see the stars.
there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
even with
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
and
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon
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This is going to sound conceited and I don't mean for it to, but this reminded me of the time one of my friends said I was the best person they knew, and it was just because of my kindness. Thanks for a good memory! 
