Poems from ACitclearly

I write to give my raging thoughts a name and a place.
"I've tried a long time to make myself care and  I just don't. So I'be given up. I might as well take advantage of the benefits that come...
I have come to find that familiarity is not belonging. An overwheliming sense of inauthenticity with those who say they know me best. My...
A blade may be sharp, yes. Yes, but far from obsolete. You could defend. You could preserve. 'Tis the labor of one, the pride of another....
Familiar sounds, my childhood grounds But rest is far from me tonight The voice that hounds, tension abounds And you are far from me...
A place to ourselves as we cleaned off the shelves My, how things pile over time Our hearts were racing as our fears we were facing The...

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