Adventura, Poetry
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Fold yourself into a paper boat
and float yourself to the nearest exit

I don’t have to tell you much,
you already know your way around

You’re used to locating exits
at the earliest sight of a current

You think your head can’t stay above water
and no one cares if your feelings drown

And so you fold yourself into a paper boat
and float yourself to the nearest exit

You’re always on the way to something,
holding your breath all the way as you go

I would almost pity you for it
if it weren’t me that was rocking the boat.

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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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