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Unnecessities.

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Author's Note: this is your sign to let go. (enjoy!)

Unnecessities

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Suitcase.

Suitcases.

So much luggage for weak arms to drag, Your shoulders heavy from the weight of the world. Chains and restraints can't stop you from shuffling your feet, Moving forward, pushing through. Dragging the dead weight behind you like pig to the slaughter. More than one suitcase would end up as murder, Blood vessels burst under pressure, But coal crystallize into diamonds.

Forced to move on, Keep moving. Death trials those who are slower, You're moving too fast, They will notice. You appear stronger than others, Would you hold my suitcase, too? Death is at my door, please lift this weight from my flesh.

Luggage.

Unnecessities.

Would you kiss your snow globe goodbye if snow never visited? Summer is not just sea glass and flowers, Your heart can only take so much hayfever. Beat up with floral bruises, Prepared to arson against snowmen. The remembrance of black ice is harder Than recalling the heat waves. Warmth from hugs are lethal. Oh, Poison in these bones.

The need to pause, When is "stop" too late to say? Your lungs burst from the shortness, Your skin flourish from the silence. Death hugs those who suffer, Are you strong enough to decline?

A suitcase of packages from your mind is poison to these bones.

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The end of August

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Author's note: 'But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine' - Taylor Swift --- I think we hyped up the song too much, it became a reality. Anyway, this month has been CRAZY for me. So many things happened. From new people, new experiences and memories, closer connections, loss of connections, drama, pain, challenges... it has been a thrilling fall of events. --- 'Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all' - Taylor Swift

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The End of August

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August.

What a hell of a ride.

My most forgetful month, turned into one of the heaviest footprints in the snow.

So many emotions, so many stains on my white dress that I will never be able to wash out.

I am losing my childhood, I'm losing the fresh feeling of being a teenager.

At the end of August, I lost parts of me that I thought I would carry till it is lost in the back of my cluttered room of a mind. I lost parts of my safety net, how do I find the courage to fall now?

I can smell the old air, clinging onto my neck in desperation. My old perfume stuck to my uniform, my bushy hair swaying in the wind. Our glances, our secret lives, our moments that I know we will never spend in person.

My heart sank when I came to the realisation. This is it. The official start of my new life. My delusion mocks my misery at keeping everything at bay. Everybody is starting to move on, but I am still stuck in moments of everyone together that never happened.

The world is a shifting sand storm, a castle that needs restructuring. You cannot start a new life without the floor crumbling down beneath your feet first, how else are you supposed to start from the bottom and make your way to the top?

But my feet is sinking into the sand, it is hard to climb out and reach for the stars from here. I can only glance up and see you glancing at me.

So many unfinished words. So many bittersweet thoughts.

I have accepted, and I do not feel regret. But I ponder about what it would have been like if I did not leap without blowing kisses goodbye. I never left like goodbye, because I never said it to your face. Always thought it would be "see you soon", but I am left hanging as your castle had already crumbled.

I'm happy for you.

But you can't see my smile from the sidelines.

I can see your face from here, though. I saw it— that glance. You're clinging onto my old perfume, you don't even want to know what my new usual smells like. You're still pondering about the promised moments, I hope you can get a reflection elsewhere…. and it isn't my face that smiles back at you.

I'm happy for you.

You are my bittersweet acceptance, the final note of a violin symphony.

I only wish I was in your end credits, not the acknowledgements.

But I am happy,

…

Really.

You are my August, the reason for an unforgettable month.