Atticus's Poems

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We drink the poison our minds

 pour for us and wonder why

we feel so sick.

~

I hope to arrive to my death,

late,

in love, 

and a little drunk.

~

She wasn't sad anymore

she was numb

and she knew

somehow

numb was worse.

~

A true poet is immortal.

His body is flesh,

but his soul is saint.

~

You are worth your imperfections.

You are worth your bad days.

You are worth your good.

You are worth your confusion.

You are worth your insecurities.

You are worth fighting for.

And you are worth loving.

And thats a fucking fact.

~

Brushing a girls hair over her ear once a day

will solve more problems than all those

therapists and drugs.

~

And the stars blinked 

as they watched her carefully

jealous of the way she shone.

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