i am slam
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Soaring through the waxwing slain
One sound, one bearing
None to fight the slain waxwing feign
No contortions and no appobations of collegiate youth
but the mere understanding of what
it is
There are many ways that I can define me
My major, my gender, or my history.
Lets start simple, something easy.
My major is definitive, it's Biology.
I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
I am Spring, 2013
You were in a coma
Accidental drug overdose
I felt like I died
I am Fall, 2013
Things got better
For everyone but me
You see, I got worse
Every step I take is a step towards oblivion, an unknown past, a merciless future
Counting the edges of the webbed stars on my hand is no more a task than defining my future,
I remember when I was little and I had this perfect family.
I remember having 4 sisters, a mom and a dad.
