The desk and chair and bed are always a mess.
The hallway is always empty.
The words are always the same.
The meaning is always there.
Today I saw a two guys holding hands. It made me smile the entire way back to my dorm.
Yesterday the sun warmed the air, but I still wore a jacket.
Tonight I started writing.
Last night I drowned out the world, exhausted.
The situation has yet to change, but I remember who I am now, and there is hope.
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