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New Punch

Hair too short to pull far

Bangs too long to brush out of eyes

Makes for heavy communication

Under the weight of a burning mind

Halo above her head dims slowly

Struggling to keep aglow

As she walks into her future

Too lost to know

Where the exit sign is

From a beaten path of life

Where did the classroom go

That once held dreams and pride

The punch is too strong

In that red bowl there

What used to drown sober ice

Now drowns worries and cares

Pick her up at 1AM

From a night she won’t remember

I stay awake to mend the thoughts

She struggles to put together

Her hair is growing to her feet

Tangled with tears and apologies

To her body for being so reckless

As the halo fades completely

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