we settled, we fought, and cried over things
we didn’t know if they even existed.

we were thought to read and speak,
but not to feel and continue dreaming.

the things we knew we didn’t know,
where the things we avoided the most.

but we also knew that we had to live to know, even if it had to hurt at all.

FOLLOWING

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If the Little Miss Muffet Story Were Set in Vegas

Cube monkey girl: I don't have any gray hairs on my head, but I have a gray patch down there.

Male coworker: Those are cobwebs, not gray hairs.

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