Dream

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We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins,
carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars that have people names.

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It feels like every day I am fighting a battle
against things that don’t matter. 
It doesn’t make sense how a bunch of nothings
and insignificances turn into 
a conglomerate heap of importance.
One bad grade mounts itself into personal failure,
one scar mark exposes skeletons buried deep in closets,
one mean remark festers at the surface of my skin and bursts.
Crap days become awful months become sad years.
Sleepless nights become bloodshot eyes become tiredness
that exists between the bones, not the bed and pillow.
And all of a sudden the stuff that never meant anything
takes up all the room and then the reasons to keep
on fighting don’t stand a chance anymore.