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Pain isn't as easy to hide as you might think. People can see right through the facades we put up.
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The Perfect Strangers So Sedusive With Charm
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on top of a hill stands a tree a grassy field blows in the wind
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This poem is about what im going through after high school and tryin to find out what i want to do with my life and how im not ready to gro
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That was then, and this is now X3
And still I wonder how, we’ll ever get out.
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I passed by a mirror the other day,
And was surprised at what I saw
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It's so great to see you
I wish I could talk to you
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I walk into homeroom,
Sit down at a desk,
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Sometimes we have to go through some changes to appreciate what big blessing are ours.
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An egg, lies a little wriggling caterpiller.
This shell being its only protection from the harshness of the world outside.
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Oh how I wish to be young forever
To be able to do what i do till the end
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eyes meeting,
for a second the world seems to disappear,
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How do I escape it?
I'm still so very young
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About my aspirations to one day leave this place and spread my wings. And about knowing that that day has not come yet.
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I'm only 19, young, but all my life I've been the second child, even though I was the 4th child out of 6. I've always been put into the ba
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I'm waiting the tables of travellers
tourists, business men in suits
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stars are falling from the trees;
the night is turning to ash;
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couldn't make the deadline
knowing me so well
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the dilemmas of high school have evolved.
a scary word that means something has grown,
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fifth grade
everyone write on columbus
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Jealousy, acceptance, responsibility, family, education,
Freedom, priorities, friends, true love, and socialization,
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for a while life was a waking dream
everything real a possibility
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A child once saw
fleeting truth,
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tall and maybe drunk,
Richard came to our room.
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The journey that life feeds us, growing older, leaving behind people but never really giving them up. Travel, maybe, though more metaphoric
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PLEASE READ, I NEED FEEDBACK. MY PLACING IN A CONTEST IS AT STAKE.
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Time was when we were small
you and I playing on the streets
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