Poems from Baceves

i don't remember when it happened. We were walking, and talking, and suddenly without cause of attention we were holding hands. I don't...
The wind screamed.The rain poured.Frantic people tying to take cover..trying to prepare.No one could prepare for this.After a blink of an...
they complain and complain about how too many youth are joining gangs and our culture being dumbbut is it our fault that admissions is...
stop crying. stop crying. that's a lesson you learn from dying. it's nothing, it's okay. i'm just gradually going insane. but it's alright...
I'm trying… and no one is helping me. no one even realizes how close the blade is to my wrist. no one gets it. not even me.

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