Adventura, Poetry
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Letters to My Past Self

You’re quiet on the outside
but internally you’re a constant
scream – I know you think
you can keep it up forever
and you almost will, you’ll keep it
together for a really long time,
but once the floods come rushing
in – and it will, believe me you,
it will – no one will know how
to help you.

Not even you.

Self respect does not come
easy to you, I know, it’s hard,
it’s hard respecting what you
don’t know or understand
and I know right now it’s easier
to be what people want you to be,
whatever it is that’s most
convenient for them, but
please don’t get too used to it,
don’t make it your survival.

You don’t need anyone but you.

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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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