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Existing normally doesn’t feel right.
I go to work and make silly drinks, handing out the treat of the month to help distract.
But I haven’t seen some of my regulars in months. Gone without a word.
I can’t help but think they may have been taken by ICE.
Still, I carry on and make my $12/hr.

Existing normally doesn’t feel right.
I sit and imagine my dream job, the buildings I could make one day.
But college is far too expensive. My mom took money out of her retirement fund for me.
How could I possibly afford the dream I’m so desperately clinging on to?
Still, I am getting ready for my 2nd semester.

Existing normally doesn’t feel right.
They say that art is an important part of the revolution. To capture the feelings of the citizens.
But I’m sitting comfortably with a roof over my head and typing on an expensive laptop.
I can’t help but think of how many people are scared and alone in a facility right now.
Still, I type away.

Existing normally doesn’t feel right.
As much as I try and live my life with hope in my heart,
There’s still this looming feeling that the collapse on the horizon
Will soon send out a storm of inescapable rubble.
That any dream in my head is just that.

Still, I persist.