We are small, yet the world is big
I think as I clutch the metal bar The world churns in my stomach But all I see is the red of the tarp My feet are not writhing in the air No, they’re sailing until they land On the silver platform on the other side And the crowd below claps, climbing into my ears But all I can hear is you, Your laughter when we sit Quiet in a place Not here
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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