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We all get over it

Please hold out for one more day

We all make mistakes

After watching Mermaids: The Body Found, I had to write this.

A poem to my younger self.

You hold nothing over me, except everything.

The sun will surely come out tomorrow, and we can tough it through.

A poem about why differences are good, and what it means to be yourself.

When saying it isn't enough

My name is Nicia. Yesterday I found my mother, dead.