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That perfectly pleasant smile She's practiced looking oblivious And though she is the topic of conversation The adults forget she's even there

I wish I were a mote of dust A flake of skin or speck of rust I'd float about upon the air You'd hardly notice I was there

And as I fall, I think a million different thoughts, None of which is to rise again; Not once do I remember that I am alive, And that to live is to go on.

"The way I see it," says the Doctor, "every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant."

Jealousy

To envy is to covet To desire what isn't yours Sharp and green and cutting But jealousy's heart still beats Plush and red and warm It whelms, an ocean wave Smothering you in its embrace

I wish I were an evil witch Phylactery, make me a lich A potion brewed to help me see The future—any one could be

I wish I were a block of ice It's much too warm, so that'd be nice A dozen friends sat in a tray Until we're taken out to play

This is how I learn the state of things That you are all smiling to hide your grinding teeth and sheer obligation Those petty fights never really ended— They simply added to the storm where I played in the rain

I heard you talking about the coworker who gave up her dream job because it meant moving back in with her parents I heard the judgement in your voice as you said, "back in my day…" and, "oh, I'm just worried about her" So I raise you a question: What would it take?

This is it—the rest of your life Doesn't that motivate you? You're the one who couldn't live for yourself So I did you a favour And rewrote the story