You're the yellow bird;

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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Sara Teasdale

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I graduate tomorrow.

I’ve left high school with practically no enemies,

a few good friends.

But there’s a heaviness on my heart

that reminds me of two years ago.

I’m so tired.

There is so much I have to be thankful for.

But I don’t have the strength to smile.

I hope that tomorrow I will.

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