Found...one old poem of mine that I'm going to share here. I think I must have written it in high school, probably freshman year....
heaven help us
losing ground
not without a fuss
where is my peace found
ever looking upward
feeling scared and lost
ever looking forward
sick of being tossed.
I wish I remembered the exact context, what I was feeling when I wrote this. If I had to guess, it was a mix of my parents' divorce and trying to learn how to be comfortable in my own skin.
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