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My Depression and I
My Depression and I Written by Kiana Jimenez My depression has started seeing other people. We don’t speak about it. We just wait, for poems like this to be written, For the ambulance to be called, For the bathwater to loosen its grip on a body. But tonight, my depression speaks your name like never…
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Home in the Hollow
October in Sleepy Hollow isn’t a costume you put on. It’s home. The fog comes off the Hudson, the pumpkins glow along the trail, and the legend everyone else visits for a weekend is just… where I live. I wrote this for the village that taught me darkness doesn’t have to be something you run…
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Pressure System
Some feelings don’t knock politely — they build until the silence breaks. This one is for the armor we polish, and the courage it takes to finally let something through.