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    The Old Violin by Maya Brooks Welch
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    Show choir season is over but since it's a class we still occasionally get to do performances. Like on Monday. And my director wants to do a show choir olympics. So that will be fun...

    But since the season is over we are now a part of the treble choir. Which I'm in normally so two treble choir classes a day. Back to back. It's a bit boring. But my director decided to make it a bit more interesting. I'm a soprano 1. But in the regular treble choir they aren't having any of them sing soprano 1 or alto 2. So all sopranos sing soprano 2 and all alto sing alto 1. But in show choir we sing all the parts and I sing soprano 1. So I get to learn both soprano 1 and soprano 2 but actually remember and sing soprano 1 at the concert. Yay.

    And I made the audition only concert choir and the varsity show choir!!!! EXPRESS!!!!! None of my treble voiced friends made it though so I'll be with all my guy friends. I get to go more insane!!!

    I wrote a thingy some people have already read it but I really like it so y'all can read it. And if you read it, no I'm not really okay but I'm working on it and starting therapy stuff so it'll be fine.

    Spoiler

    What if

    I finally found

    Peace?

    Stability?

    Safety?

    It feels silly

    But

    I can pretend

    Right?

     

    And what if

    It was 

    beautiful?

    What if

    I felt

    Beautiful?

    What if

    I had 

    Enough space

    To breathe?

    And everything I

    Ever wanted?

     

    What if

    It

    All

    Came

    Crashing

    Down

    On

    Top

    Of 

    ME?

     

    And when you

    Found me

    All that was left

    Was a girl

    Broken?

    Bruised?

    Bleeding?

    Trapped

    In what once was

    Paradise?

     

    What would you

    Do?

    What would you

    Think?

     

    And what if

    I told you

    It's already happening?

    That everyday

    I wake up

    Hopeful?

    Safe?

    Home?

     

    But over the course of

    Hours

    Minutes

    Seconds

    It

    All

    Crashes

    Down

    On 

    me?

     

    And after

    The crash

    I'm not sure

    If what I see 

    In the mirror 

    Is still me.

     

    But 

    it is.

    Just a more

    Broken

    Bruised

    Me.

     

    I'm trapped in a

    Fake paradise.

    Where

    Nothing

    Lasts.

     

    And I'm 

    Not certain

    I want to

    Leave.

     

    Because if 

    I leave

    Will there

    Be a

    Real one?

    But yeah stuff has been fun. A little stressful as normal but you know it's fine.

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    2. Edema Rue

      Edema Rue

      That was beautiful. I'm glad you're working on stuff, we're always here if you need us.

    3. Through the Living Hope

      Through the Living Hope

      At first I thought it'd be like the poem Lost Generation.

      To those who don't know, if you read it top to bottom, it's depressing, but bottom to top, it's inspiring. Give it a read sometime!

    4. shortcake

      shortcake

      the poem is beautiful..

      we'll always we here if you ever need anyone to talk to, okay? <3

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