For The Sake Of My Time

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For The Sake Of My Time

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At first it was nothing,
Then something for all.
I wrote and I drew, I played ball.
The wind blew outside, strong and loud,
But I was inside, away from the crowd,
today was no day,
for something out loud.
And when my notebook fell to the floor, I cried.
When my mask shifted on my face, “They could die”
But at the end of the day,
I picked up my pages for the sake of my time.

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I stitched this together through scraps in my notebook that I had written over the year. Some of them on simple topics, others on grave events. This is important to me because it's some of my writing that didn't come planned and pre-packed, but an experience and struggle put together through snippets of my life and genuine, if simple, emotions that are coursing through every single one of us, only to be amplified in times like these.

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