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Time TravelWhat happened to you?
You were once full of life,
and determined to get things done.
But now, you are tired, somber,
What happened to you?
You once said, "I'm going to be a scientist!"
With a positive outlook on life.
But now, you have no clue
What you want to be.
What happened to you?
You once put up a valiant fight,
Struggling to defeat your weaknesses.
But now, where is that willpower
That defined who you were?
Everything is subject to change.
Yet, I still have difficulty
Answering this nagging question:
Are you really me?
FallingI am falling into an endless abyss.
There is no net to catch me,
Nobody to save me.
Only by catching the edge
Can I be saved.
But where is that belief?
Do I even have
I do not know myself.
All I know
Is that I can keep trying
As I fall
Will I catch the edge
And be saved?
Or will I fail,
And plunge into the depths of oblivion?
I don't know.
Everything is speeding by so quickly
That it is impossible for me
To say what will happen next.
Maybe only God knows
What will happen to me.
For now, I am still falling,
And still praying
That by some miracle,
I might catch the edge
And be saved.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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