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Do not spread

Forgotten but still despised.

The snot rags that fill up the bin.

The awful sniffling.

The hacking cough.

The fact that I get the cold last.

Grumbling about missing out on friends.

The aching body that refuses to sleep.

The headache that no one else can see

but hears only in my voice.

Late in the Game

If only…

But then life would have been different.

I wish…

For what exactly?

I should have…

Only brings back regret.

What if I had…

What if I had not?

Ignorance is bliss…

Yet the truth shall set you free.

I am not who I thought I was

And yet

I can not see me any other way.

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Contents of a Vase

A different kind of flowers.

White and blue.

Specks of food trapped in the bristles.

Stains from washing last nights pots.

The vase is beautiful

in this entirely unique function

which it is being utilized for.

Kitchen scrubbers.

It is the weird tastefulness

of the object in question

which makes me adore being strange.