Visiting Old Friends and Discovering New Ones


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I open the door and get blasted by that woody, perfect, fresh smell that nothing can replace.

Pulse accelerates.

I briskly walk to the young adult section.


Pass the register,


The nonfiction,


The games.



Memories surround me as I pass old friends.


I run my fingers on their spines as I pass,

Breathing in the crisp perfumes they wear.


Tessa Grey is 100% herself.

Everyday I remember that.

Kasta is stronger than anyone.

I will always look up to her.


Allison Sekemoto struggled to accept her monsters.

As do I.



I hold in a tiny scream of excitement,


Calm myself,


And pick up the book.


My new inspiration.



Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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