struggling high school student
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Chalk dust
Flakes from my fingers to my eyes,
As I rub the to-dos into lashes
And stare at the checkboxes for yesterday
The thing I need,
is what I fear the most.
Hidden behind trees of regret,
lost in a forest of worry
and need.
I need
freedom,
liberation,
and space,
Where would I be
Without you, without me
Without breath, without death
Where would I be
If you hadn't said yes
If it had been a different day
Where would I be
