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paige b.

Unforgettable

Whiteboards are erasable.
Write down a message
Swipe it away with a sleeve
Scribble down another message.
Swipe it away again.
 
Drawings are scrubbed away
Words are wiped off
But words,
Regardless of how invisible
Always stick–
Drawings,
Despite how fast they are erased
Always imprint–
 
Whiteboards are erasable.
But minds are not.

Other works by paige b....
so tired

i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Maybe

All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
Walking on Eggshells

Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
Hiraeth

There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
I don’t know what is real anymore.

I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
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Untitled

Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
Puerile

I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
Untitled

Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
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Dear Dad:

Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
words.

Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
I tried to keep it safe, but it broke anyways

My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
dying?

flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
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Untitled

If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
Resentment

Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
Us

We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.



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