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at the end of the day

If you’re you ask me how it feels to do something

you were never meant to do,

every single day of every

single year of your life,

I’ll tell you, it feels like nothing

and it feels like crashing into a wall

And it is June again but its

never been so cold

and the time is passing but at the same time

not even a minute of it can at all be

remembered

you’re stuck on a cycle, a circle,

a leash, a room, a cell

even if you could just walk out,

you’re just stuck

even if you could just walk out

stuck waiting for every single day

to end

and when it does, you remember

there’s tomorrow

if you ask me, and you’re asking the right

person, I’ll tell you

It’s like you’ve just killed something

and you’re trying to wash the dirt

off your hands, burying it in a hole on your backyard

but you didn’t quite get what you have done yet

you may think it feels like you are not living

and you would want to die

but it actually feels like you’re already dead

every single day of every single year

like you’ve never once lived,

like you’ve never been born.

-poem by rosequartz26

-DO NOT COPY

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Afternoon on a Hill,” Collected Poems

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musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet

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TWO YEARS OF PSYCHO Red Velvet

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Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

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Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem