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Hey… Bye

DANIEL SARMIENTO

It’s over when you learn to forget.

It’s over when you don’t know how it felt like.

It’s over when you’re no longer made happy by the thought.

It’s over when you can stare blankly with repercussion.

It’s over when acknowledgement isn’t there anymore.

It’s over when it’s too silent on a Wednesday at 2 am.

It’s over when you can wake up rested.

It’s over when indulgence in an activity for an extended period of time goes uninterrupted.

It’s over when laughing masks the slight pain in chest.

It’s only ever over when my dreams aren’t made up of you.

It’s over when I can finally embrace and dismiss this incident with little sighs under breath and a brief explanation.

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ANONYMOUS

Mommy, I may not have grown in your womb for nine months but you carried me for a month and seven weeks.

God had their plans for me, which was look after you from above. I know at night you cry because you didn't carry me in your arms but in your heart. I am just your little angel who protects and cares for you everyday. I'm sorry you lost me. I was too precious to be in this world. You didn't feel me kick or move, but you did hold me when we said our last goodbyes but will soon see each other, and I will call you mom for the first time.

Just because you're not with me doesn't mean you made me a mother. It just means you were too perfect for me.

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H E C TO R N AVA

August 15th, 2117

The sun shined through the fused silicon glass onto the metal floor. The alarm sets off at exactly 8:00

AM., and an electronic voice of a woman says: “Good morning, Mr. Wolf, lady Cecilia has requested your presence at The Leonard Raschke”. Denton wakes up and stops the alarm, he gets his coffee that leaves a lingering smell of hazelnut, turns on the radio, and gets into the a warm shower. “Good morning people in the Celestial, it is exactly 8:10 PM. Earth time. Hope you didn’t catch the cold this morning because there is going to be a big party at The Leonard Raschke celebrating the opening of the Celestial’s new section, The Garret Callahan; called after our newest Captain. Hope you have a wonderful day”– says the radio host.

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UNTITLED

MADISON CARROLL

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