I pulled out an old journal today-
last year.
I sat in a chair in my room alone
from midday until a bit ago
pictures (governor's school, found this one...)
Concerned by the feelings I had-
nostalgia, sure.
And apologetic, stupid, powerless.
because as much as you'd like to change
a thing or two,
fuck you, cause you can't.
"fuck you mo" shit that was hard to
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