a disheveled bit of loveliness has exited the scene

one of my ap art slides

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this week is starting to eat me up

and swallow me.
everything is falling on me and i am suffocated.

(figuratively AND literally)

my mother and i agreed that the broken zipper

to my choralaires dress

was "the damndest thing" we ever did see.

oh man.

this week i've had the additude

where i am just thinking "does anybody really care?"

how am i special?

how am i different?

how am i the same?

how do i fit?

i feel like there is no place for me.

at all.

and i don't really know where to go.

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some dissapointing news has brought me sadness.

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i need to keep in mind

that my God is near.

and prayer is powerful.