Adventura, Poetry
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You wonder why you’re alone
but you know why,
you’re alone because
you want to be.

Because you’re afraid,
because you were born alone
and you’ll die alone
and you never quite understood
the in between.

You never knew what to do with
the in between.
You don’t know what to fill
the empty spaces with
and even if you did,
you don’t know what could
come out of those spaces
and you don’t really
to know.

You don’t want to know
the demons
inside you,
or what you’ve let die
to keep them

You feed those demons
more than you feed

and you still wonder why
you’re alone?

Illustration by Fay Ulrica

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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