Steam was rising from the hot black tar
As I was making my long trek home
On the last, first day of high school.
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Thinking and walking gave me a headache
Like I was suddenly incapable of
Doing two things at once.
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I walked past your house,
Like you walked past me in the halls.
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The way you pretend you don't see me.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
Like stepping off a spinning carnival ride.
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I try to block out the year before,
And all I can think of is how quickly you forget,
As easy as pressing the backspace on your keyboard.
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So I walked past your house,
Like you walked past me in the halls.
-Sharlyne Gan
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Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone
PoetryI'm not sure how many of you, if any, have ever read or even heard of the chicken soup for the soul book series. I used to love reading them and I own several of them. With that being said, I am making a collection of all my favorite poems that I've...
