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I search for things, already found.

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He wasn't just good, he was great and now his dreams melt in the snow and Todd chokes on tears. And his parents, so clueless, blame everyone but themselves for their entitled and careless acts and the chance they will never have to build a relationship with the truly incredible and creative being that they raised. Neil seized the day and drowned, but Todd will not only seize it, he will live it with a gigantic yawp and Neil will colour the edges of Todd's life.

Todd will burn brightly, not just for himself, but as an act of love for Neil.

Dead Poets live on. They live in all of us. Our lives are acts of poetry and defiance, in freedom, love, pain and searching.

-SM

“I was good, i was really good”

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I like the quiet of the mornings.

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I am instantly hooked.

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It's my birthday tomorrow and I will spend it alone painting and watching movies. A day of mindfulness and reset for the next year in my life. It's funny how birthdays are also new years 🎉

Here's a painting I just finished.

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Sometimes, hope is the red of the back of your eye lids - or, the salt trail of tears on your cheeks in the wake of a goodbye.

-S.M.

(What is hope?).

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I looked out at the sea of green

feeling the rain on my face

feeling the wonder and the void

as time drifted from minutes to infinity.

- SM.

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We have all done something bad

- something small, maybe something big?

It's the most ordinary thing to dream of being inherently good

But it is, I think, impossible.

For even the mildest slight, mistake or mishap

is judged by ourselves and somehow others.

A big deal to some, a tiny thing to someone else and maybe not even something that registers on our own radar.

We are all perfectly imperfect

And stained with sin.

- S.M - There are no truly good people

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Dread is so hard to ignore.

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Sometimes I feel like I'm falling

- knees shredded on pavement.

Jeans ripped while I'm lost in a moment of pain

merging from hurt to numb.

It's easy to get lost

It's not so easy to get back up

- I haven't given up yet.

By S.M.

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Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

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10 posts!

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There is a sad Quentin shaped hole in my heart - just watched his last episode 😭

I am so sad right now.

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It may have just been a day, but it felt like 10,000 years.

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My heart longs for flight

the sky calls me

My feet, weighted

heavy with gravity

are still

- grounded with earth.

I lift my head to the clouds and hope

- Thoughts of flight

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I love deep conversations, like serious shit, heart to heart, just exchanging real shit, just vibing on a real level

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When you feel so hard but can't share with anyone.