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 This is something i've been working on for a couple months. It originally started in a small notebook my brother gave to me. I was in my Spanish Heritage class when I started writing. It went from 10 words to this whole thing. It been an amazing opportunity to edit this and change it for it to demonstrate what I wanted it to. It's an amazing feeling to express something about how I truly feel. 

My insignificant attempts of becoming something more were useless

Themes of brilliant emotionally and spiritually were unresourceful 

Minors and Majors of writers devoted to others bored me

My dog had stuffing inside

Connections became transformations 

Matters of communications were not important  

The colors and feeling feelings were for the others to touch and hear

Coffee mugs without coasters made me feel at home 

Joony felt like a fake 

I fell into fight and fights with my brothers and sisters 

Screens of loading and waiting brought temptation 

Limited control over soul, body and mind

I’ve missed out on too much and far too many have asked way too much

Evans reads to me lights on lights off

Cleaning became relentless but not useless

My consistent changes meant nothing 

My fractures made me disassembled 

Others and my beloved members meant nothing to me 

I could shoot my perspective about myself on and off

Winters brought cold headaches

Smells of my own cultures that were mine embarrassed  

I couldn’t live just as much as those around me

Cleaning myself made me feel dirty

Future opportunities drowned me 

Belts and bells trapped me 

Lonely times transported me 

Feeling myself made me feel less known

Initially white gates and two story houses with green keen front yards felt so far along

Adaptation felt like deportation from soul and mind 

Nothing of longing belonged to me

Living is nothing other than a waste attempt of surviving 

Surviving nothing to my knowledge yet

Lights angered me

Walks along the hot pavement and cold beaches angered me

Longing for others made me feel controlled 

Sun sweats made me cry

Old bald Nick taught me

Throwing up made me cry and plead

Leading and working left me nowhere