34 35 Lava Carson Sage Owen ‘22 My fat orange cat is surely sleeping in the patch of sunlight draped across my bed. My bed that has been made for months sitting quietly in my room collecting dust and fur. It’s night time here there the sun is setting lazily throwing shadows on the parking spot my parents leave open for me but I never get to use. I wish I could say that here is better than there but That wouldn’t be entirely true. No. They are each their own circle of hell taunting me with grass that looks green but feels like lava. Piano Andrew Zhang ‘22 I can’t swim. I don’t want to swim. I will be cold and shivering. I will be out of breath and with no clothes to wear or air to breathe. My lungs will be full of water and chlorine and I will be gasping for air. My parents put too much pressure on me. They want to drill a hole in my head. I can’t keep swallowing these mouthfuls of water and coughing them up one by one. I do not want to play. I don’t want to play piano anymore. There’s nothing else I’d rather do than to stop playing. I feel so drained every time I play. People will only know me as the person who played piano. I don’t want to have won my life as a pi anist. I will be stuck playing piano until I die. I wish they could stop being so angry at me. They have no reason to be so crude.
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