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I walk in confident

But as I start the still life I create jealousy,

And I know that's bad,

And I don't want this to happen but I cant help it,

When my teacher critics my work all I can think about is how bad it is,

Looking around the room and seeing all the art,

I cant help but wonder about mine,

My work will never be as good as the kids in my "Art Class"

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I am a high school bean
and school is honestly so annoying.
Everyone thinks they are better than me
and they talk trash about my dreams.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

My room is a total mess right now
and my mom won't even look at me..
I have these huge plans in my head
but I'm just sitting here by myself.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

Math class is literally a nightmare
and my face is breaking out so bad.
The other kids laugh when I talk
like they could do it way better than me.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

I'm awake at like two in the morning
just staring at my stupid ceiling.
I know I'm gonna make it big someday
even if everyone wants me to fail.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

One day the world will finally see.
It doesn't matter what they say today
because they don't know anything at all.
Someday they will see the bean I want to be.

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Appreciated

Wake up do chores , study,be a mom and repeat

Wake up do chores ,study,be a mom and repeat

Appreciated… well maybe not but not enough

Very close .

Go to school doing to much after school not that much

Captain of girls basketball team… gotta show up

But when i dont iam not that much

Tell them tell them whats going on but talking about it wont make it stop

Tired i go home telling mom ,not enough of talking would help me stop

I did the chores asked if people were ok when i needed the most

But what I get is UNAPPERCIATED …

Sick mentally before physically all i need is “ thank you” but

Maybe it's too much tired and lazy is what they see look me in the eyes

And tell me what you see …. UNAPPRECIATED.

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Mom says i need good grades, always straight A’s

But my brain feels foggy, lost in a maze.

American kids laugh at my lunch, my name,

I try to blend in, but it's never the same.

How can I be me when I don't know the game?

It's hard to be here, stuck between two worlds

My friends go out late, they talk about boys,

But my parents watch me, I hear their sharp voices.

“Uzbek girls don't do that” they always say,

I see their worried eyes, day after day.

I just want to live, not constantly obey.

School feels like a test i can never pass,

Trying to fit in, but I'm made of different glass.

They have freedom, parties, clothes i cant wear,

I have rules and whispers and constant stare.

Sometimes I just wish I wasn't really there.

I practice my English, I try to be cool,

But my traditions pull me back, it feels cruel.

American dreams feels so far away,

While Uzbek ways hold me tighter each day.

Will I ever find my own path, come what may?

It's hard to be here, stuck between 2 worlds

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Home we need to move

Home, we need to move

Somewhere thats secluded

Somewhere that is quiet

Somewhere that is delightful

5   Home, we need to move

Sometimes is loud, some not

We need something that can keep us busy

Something that we all need

Like what bees do to please the queen

10  Home, we need to move

Me and my family love nice scenery

The kind that can get your blood up and going

Something that get your systems flowing

Everything we need is somewhere were not

15 Home, we need to move.

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I know

Judging , judging all day long ,think I don’t but I do

I read the body like a book it’s not that easy unlike that book

I find the truth through their eyes it’s very easy like the book

I wish I wouldn’t need to read to find that truth but

“Stupid “ that’s what they see, I play along like a spy

It’s easier to hide then to show so I will do so on and so far

They judge me all day they don’t know what they are saying

I love to sing my emotions ,on that stage I stand .

Well people don’t know I do so ,so I will live like a spy hidden in that lie

Oh sun sun call my name I will wait for you to say my name

I believe in love I don’t in lies it’s easy to figure just open your eyes

I wish they knew that I could know but they not me so they will have fun

Think, think , tired ,tired all night all day I think like fire

I write these poems with my heart like how I read these people with my mind .

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Music is special

I love my music

Music is like a special memory

There's always a beat playing in my body

Morning,Afternoon,Night,it's everywhere

R&B,Jazz,Rap,it's everywhere

It doesn't matter where you are

When you feel overwhelmed

You can just pop in you headphones

and listen to without judge

You always still have music

no matter the occasion

My music helps me block out noise

And maybe it can help you too

It's like a special note

That's always in the back of my mind

Playing a beat in my body

When I look at my music

I see myself dancing

hoping that I will never lose my spark

for music

Because that's all it is

A special memory

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why do we laugh

at things like pain

take babies for example

they laugh while you pain

think about the present

we laugh when you hurt yourself

we laugh when you trip

we laugh when you are in harsh times

but say, when we are the victim,

why do we feel so?

our grown indifference,

is it really "good"?

for all the questions asked

is answers left unknown

a tale for another time

for lies is all we know.

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During my life people assumed I was rude.

They say this because I am always loud.

Even if people say this it is not true since I am really nice

I might be loud because I may need to prove points.

I also may be loud because I might be mad at someone or something.

I am actually a really nice person

Most of the time I support people and help them out.

I also give people things a lot like some snacks at times.

This is what people think about me and what is really true.

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If my confidence shined, brighter than the sun

Lit up the classroom, showed like none.

If I could speak up and tell what's what

Would you see me as just anyone?

If I wasn't so sad and never turn blue

If I could hold an umbrella up to my tears.

If I could mask up the truth

And lie behind my teeth

Tell you I'm fine and shoo away your worry.

Could you think of me as HUMAN?

If I wasn't so mean as I'm called

If I could calm down when I'm upset,

If I could treat you with care,

Not snap without care, no

If only I was as kind as deep down

If you could see past my loud mouth,

YOU would treat me as you did before.

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Think, They always have to think

But they never like to see

and they also fail to know why.

Why can't they think beyond the surface?

see beyond the perfect daughter.

Its always straight, nothing or anything beyond straight is consider a sin.

I always have to stay straight

straight grades, straight skin, straight girl.

But I'm not that. I'm nothing from straight in anything yet the line between fear and queer start to blur in, its different once I get home, Outside I can love whom but until I'm home I'm just-

Straight grades, Straight skin, Straight girl

that will always be the why, think, see

that will only be me.

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I keep my thoughts where nobody looks, half in my head and half in my notebooks. With my friends I'm loud, always laughing too hard

Always turning dumb little movements into jokes archived

But when I'm alone, all the noise gets still,

So I write what I think, instead of saying how I feel.

I act carefree most days, that part is true, but my mind says more than I let people view.

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If I were to spend all of my money on shoes and costumes, for every single performance, would you laugh you at me?

If I were to explain to you how vicious and determined I and the community can get, would you laugh?

If you understood how deeply after one slight mishap or one mistake, would you chuckle?

If I danced away to literally any song that's on my playlist, would you start spamming cry emojis?

Even if I told you I would go to school for dance full-time, would you laugh then?

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School is a privilege, Excuse me?

A privilege. Maybe it was in your time, but school isn't what it used to be.

Look around. Instead of teaching,

We get worksheets handed over, tasks thrown across the room, everything available online, and it's still called teaching.

Does that sound like a privilege to you?

I'm tired of being my own teacher,

Google being my best friend.

Because your so called privilege seems more like neglect.

Wearing a costume. We're expected to understand everything without being taught, to perform, without being prepared to succeed, without support. And if we don't, its our own fault. It's always our fault. No one asked why we're lost. They just Mark it wrong and move on.

No one explains. They just upload another file and call it a lesson. So we're drowning in information, but starving for actual guidance.

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Go clean your room.

I hate when I'm being told to clean my room.

See it's not the cleaning that bothers me.

It's the pressure behind it.

Go study. Practice more.

Why aren't you better yet?

Don't waste your time. Be productive.

Wake up earlier. Stop Being so lazy

Do something useful.

I don't hate studying.

I hate the feeling that my worth depends on my grade.

I don't hate practicing.

I hate the feeling that I'm never improving fast enough.

I don't hate waking up early.

I hate the feeling that I'm already exhausted with no space to breathe.

I don't hate effort, I hate guilt, expectations, and comparisons.

"Look at that other kid.

Why can't you be more like them?"

I hate the feeling when love is conditional.

Like approval has to be earned.

Because when something is my choice, it feels light.

When I choose to clean, to study, to try, it feels different.

But when it's forced, even the smallest things can feel heavy

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sewing. Its a nice habit I must say, but not everyone might think I do it during the day. I love hearing the needle, as it threads the fabric, and the finished project is oh so fantastic.

Although I don't know much, but I do know enough, to make my designs, have the perfect touch.

Bags, blankets, whatever I want, I can make come true with a wonderful font. Sometimes the string snags, and the fabric has a mind of its own,

but I eventually get it done, and I always have some fun!

whenever I get to sew, I am always in the moment, seeing it through the process, turning something into my own.

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Being a artist is a hidden away part of my life, I don't like to flaunt it around, When I'm mid painting people come up to me in shock, "Woah you really made that I could barely draw a stick figure" they say. And then I remember I guess people don't really know who I really am. Even though art is such a big part of my life I keep it hidden. Maybe I should show it off instead. To show my true talent off and be as proud as I can be!!! I will show how a artist views life.

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A dog in a flock of sheep

A sparrow in a murder of crows

A tiger in a pride of lions

Always being my own person

Never following the crowd

Staying true to myself

Sometimes I wish

I could just follow everyone else

And not stand out

Sometimes I wish

I wasn't so different

If I could just

Be like everyone else.

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if this poem connects to you, it applies to you.

in every face

there's a inner face

it shows

what you don't

you think you will get rejected

or won't fit in

autophobia it is called

the fear of being alone,

with no one to talk to

no one to laugh with

and no one to help you

you can rip off the mask

or let it hurt your inner face

sitting there

biting and pinching onto your face

does it pain you enough to do something about?

Why, do we hide? Is it the fear of being alone? Is it the fear that we will not fit in? Or is it that, you really want to conceal your real face?

for removing the mask will let you breathe,

if only for a while

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Caps fly high into the sky
Friends all laugh and some kids cry
Hallways full of memories made
Goodbye to our eighth grade days

Late night homework tests and stress
Lockers made a giant mess
Now we stand a little taller
Ready for the next big chapter

Teachers cheer and families grin
Summer break is closing in
One last walk through every grade
Goodbye to middle school we made

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I've walked through these halls since i was small
But now it’s time to leave it here once and for all.
I’m scared to go and start brand new,
Without my friends and all of you.

The jokes we made, the gossip we shared,
Knowing that these were the only times I truly cared.
It hurts to think we’ll be apart,
With heavy feelings and a hole in my heart.

But even though I’m filled with fear,
I’m finally ready to leave my younger self here
The future's bright and wide and free,
I can’t wait to see who I'm meant to be.

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planes fly
bombs drop
big boom
people run

big fire
gray smoke
big guns
no food

big fight
long time
many soldiers
world full of blood

What for? Why does this happen? Why can't we coexist? For what reason do we fight?

for all is without reason, a world full of pain

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"Life has many meanings, so don't take it for granted."

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What is life? Is that a question you ask yourself often? The truth of the matter is that, well, there's no correct answer to it. It's various degrees on how you view one's life, or your own.

What if people reject you because of your own traits? What if you like to make art, or produce music? What if you get shut away because of the things that make a person themselves, or what makes you, well, you. It's always a "What if. ." and never "But why?" But why hide my creativity? But why tell me to not show my true self? But why, pray tell, why should I conform to society's standards when society doesn't dictate what or who I'm supposed to be?

There's always a good amount of lives as there is bad. Some people are born terrible or grow up with horrid influences around them. Some people don't deserve life's beauty, as they take it for granted. But, to those innocent lives that get thrown away by those who do it "just because. ." BUT WHY?

Life is a wondrous thing that makes us human, and humans are everything, to nothing. Till life and death do lovers part, till it does friendships part, till it does family part.

It makes you truly realise, life is not useless, nor necessary.

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In the noise of the Garden, bright and loud,
Where giants chase echoes and glory crowds,
There walks a guard with a calm so rare—
Jalen Brunson moves like he’s barely aware.

No thunder demanded, no spotlight plea,
Just footwork sharp as poetry.
A pivot, a fade, a patient drive,
He plays like the game itself’s alive.

Defenders lean the wrong way first,
Like they’ve been fooled by something rehearsed.
He doesn’t fly above the rim with flame,
He simply wins—and repeats the same.

And that’s the wonder. That’s the art.
No ego bursting from his heart.
No chest-beat kingdom, no silver throne,
Just trust in the work when nobody’s known.

He speaks like someone still amazed
That fans chant loud and banners blaze.
Still thanks his teammates every night,
Still treats the struggle with quiet light.

Some stars arrive demanding praise,
Built from headlines, smoke, and haze.
But Brunson’s greatness feels handmade,
Like early mornings no cameras stayed.

The city loves its legends fierce,
The ones who roar and break and pierce.
Yet somehow New York found its son
Inside the steadiness of Brunson.

Not humble because he doubts his skill,
But humble because he’s climbing still.
A leader who knows the climb is shared,
A rare kind of strong—the kind that cares.

And when the buzzer cuts the air,
And victory hangs somewhere up there,
He nods once, then walks away—
Ready to work again next day.

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I dream to be a miraculous holder and fight crime

I really try

With my spear4 in hand I claim this land

I don't know what to write.

uhm.

anime is pretty cool

and so is school.

can humans fly

I don't see why

not. I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go to mi casa

I would l9ve to go home

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At school they see me laughing, acting normal every day,
Never guessing there’s a hidden side I keep tucked away,
Because my love for anime is something I don’t usually say.

They’d probably call me weird, childish, or someone strange,
Think I live inside fake worlds and never want to change,
So I keep that part locked up, hidden out of range.

But inside my room, the stories make me feel alive,
The characters and battles help my confidence survive,
No one sees the real me — the side that anime helps thrive.

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They see sunshine in my smile,
someone loud, happy, and carefree.
But inside, my thoughts never rest,
spinning with anxiety I hide well.
There’s a quiet sadness in me too,
one I joke around to cover up.
I shine so brightly on the outside
because it’s easier than explaining
the darkness I carry within.

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You may see a bright kid,

But in reality,hidden in a

dark room is a kid waiting for something

You may think she's a smart kid,

But in reality, I view myself as dumb even though i'm not.

You see a shy kid, kinda talks but not really, doesn't raise their hand, does their work and everything,

But in reality, you see a kid who likes to talk but wont if she doesn't have to.

Can you believe it if I told you...

In reality, somethings you thought

are true, aren't in reality.

Sometimes in life you have to face reality,

and even sometimes,reality has to face

You.

-Anonymous

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If I were to speak confidently

If I were to crack funny jokes

Would you laugh at me?

People think I'm shy

People think I'm quiet

But under all this

I am as loud as can be

Don't try to put a narrative on me

Don't assume who I am

I am confident

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I don't play football why do you think I do ?Is it because of my skin?I wish people could stop thinking that the only thing I do is play football.

Many may think that I only like football but I like reading books as well.Books bring me into these imaginary worlds where characters can live free without a worry.

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People think I'm Japanese

Even through day and night,

But I'm actually Chinese

Racism brings people delight

People think all Asian culture is the same

But people are wrong

People use racism for fame

But Chinese history is long

I wished people understood the difference

Why do people think it's funny

But it makes our relationship distance

Is racism worth the money?

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I don't enjoy school

Despite the decent grades

Because what most of you don't see

Are the kids I see crying

Every month month

What if I showed you

The mistakes we students make

Much like the ones the school does

Would you still think

Of school so fondly

You could blame us

For what we do

But how hypocritical

Must a school be

To dare lecture our mistakes

When yours seem to affect

More people

Then those kids

And yet you still repeat the same speech

For us to hear again and again

What if you saw

The sleepiness nights

Where instead of having dreams

I stress of the disappointment

That is soon to come

Would you finally remember

Where you were

Who you were

Before climbing your own

Hill of life

Would you finally remember

Your adolescent days

Right when

Your cycle

Of repetition began

It feels like

No matter how hard I try

And how one may see me

I still feel like I'm stupidly

Doing nothing

It feels like a cycle

Of never ending work

And I only have more to come

More to write, more to do

Before I finally go back home

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I wish I was a 🤬

I wish I was a little bit taller

I wish I had some feet

I wish I could fall

I wish I could drink apple juice

I wish I could drink orange juice

I wish I was Lebron James

I wish I was triple T

I wish I could walk before I fall

I wish I could read books

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I don't play basketball you might think I do because I'm tall but I don't. prob will prob wont but I just want u to know that I don't. Basketball is fun but most of my friends shoot the b ball like a gun. But I will try like we all should be.

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Many people think of Griefer as a "loser",

But not many people know of his wonderful personality.

Griefer's not just a character, he's a phenomenon.

He descended from the heavens to bless us with his beautiful presence.

I KNOW you might think of him as a stinky chud who never showers,

but his aura (both metaphorically and literally) is AMAZING!

He's a one time alignment with the stars

A concept made into reality by our Shakespearean writers of Spaceman Moonbase studios.

Whenever I see Griefer, I SCREAM!

Not out of fright, but out of delight!

He's so amazing! My beautiful, gracious, majestic, nice, beautiful, nice-smelling, intelligent, lovely character ever!

Remember, never judge a book by its cover... there is a LOT to him...

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If I had to do my most creative thing, it would be 3D printing and can make whatever I want, would you be surprised?

If I told you I was 14 and had my own business, selling fidgets and gadgets to people, would you be even more surprised?

If I showed all my ideas about helping myself and others with present and future problems, would you be impressed?

If I said the amount of trial and error I had to go through to succeed, would you be even more impressed?

I wonder...

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if I went on the ice and played hockey would you still laugh at me

If I didn't play volleyball would you still laugh at me

If I grew taller and reached over the net would you still laugh at me

If I played another position would you still laugh at me

If only I grew a little taller maybe you wouldn't laugh at me

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I move calm but i'm hiding race.

water don't splash when it

touches your face they think its easy just strokes in a lane.

but your fighting the clock and thought the pain.

Quiet on land but loud but loud in the tide.

where nobody sees what keeps you inside.

Breath after breath counting the beat.

Turning the pressure to something elite.

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Studying for hours on end, participating constantly....

Getting compliments for my work, yet it doesn't feel real.

Reality hits and I suddenly don't know what's happening in certain classes

Math? English? Spanish? What's going on?

Grades slip yet still are high..

Am I even as smart as I appear to be?

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In the blaze before the breaking dawn,
A titan stood where hope had gone.
With wounded smile and iron flame,
The frightened world still knew his name.

All Might walked through smoke like thunder’s sound,
Each shattered street became sacred ground.
A single laugh against despair,
And suddenly courage filled the air.

“I am here,” the heavens rang,
Like bells of war the skyline sang.
Villains trembled, shadows split,
Because one light refused to quit.

Yet power fades like dying stars,
Even legends carry scars.
Behind the grin, the weakened bone,
A hero bearing pain alone.

Still he raised his mighty hand,
Not for glory, praise, or stand—
But so a child somewhere could see
What kind of soul they wished to be.

And when the final embers dim,
The age of peace remembers him.
Not just strength, nor battles won—
But the way he made the fearful run

Toward tomorrow. Toward the fight.
Toward their own becoming light.

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The chair leans tired against the wall,

Its missing leg still tries to stand,

Like hope refusing still to fall.

A shattered mirror on the floor

Keeps every face it used to know,

Though none come looking anymore.

And broken things are strange that way,

They ache, they bend, they come apart,

Yet carry pieces of the day.

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Monkey D. Luffy sailed beneath a molten sky,
A straw hat tipped, a fearless cry.
With sandals worn and spirit wild,
He laughed like thunder, free and child.

The sea would roar, the cannons flare,
Yet still he grinned without despair.
For every scar and every fight
Burned brighter in his reckless light.

He stretched beyond what fear could chain,
Through hunger, heartbreak, storm, and pain.
Not for a throne or gilded fame—
But freedom wrapped inside a name.

His crew, a patchwork constellation,
Found home within his declaration:
“No king above the open sea
Can cage the dreams that carry me.”

And somewhere past the final foam,
Beyond the maps no ships have known,
The future waits with drums that ring
For the boy who laughs like he’s already king

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If I changed my clothes,

would I be the same?

The person used as a joke

Something in vain

If you really got to know me,

would you treat me like him or her?

Or am I something disgusting,

to be thrown away

If you knew I wasn't straight,

would you look at me weird?

Being someone progressive,

or slurs being shot at me as if it's

your personal laughingstock

If you kept looking at me,

like a shameful memory

Would you keep assuming

Those harmful stigma

So keep using me as your next joke

A giggle can't be kept away

The harmful trash that chokes out of

your mouth

Keep trying to fit in

be the same,

Because I can't stop you

about being humiliating

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Narwhals, Narwhals
Swimming in the ocean
Causing a commotion
'Cause they are so awesome

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soccer might say that I'm a athlete you cant play soccer without a pair of cleats when I play this game you will see me grin but when I'm on the pitch I'm destined to win.

They like the way I kick it running up and down the field this isn't a game of cricket our goalie is the shield.

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the "public" me

is not who i actually am

yes, i love playing games

listening to music

toying with you

reading

singing if you ever catch me

and you know, just listening to you

and when this happens

that means I'm comfortable with you

this also means you have

my full trust

my full attention

my full loyalty

my full love.

and if it's weird for you

im sorry.

if we start distancing

im sorry.

it's all my fault.

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sleep,sleep,sleep

Coming to school I sleep

In school I sleep , In class I sleep ,

While sleeping I sleep , I sleep in my dreams

My sleeping meets no end , sleeping while I sleep , Waking up I fall back to sleep Waking up only to eat , going back to sleep just to go back to sleep again , My sleeping will never end , Just as long as I live , I will sleep again and again .

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I move calm but I'm hiding a race.

Water don't splash when it touches your face.

They think its easy just strokes in a lane.

But your fighting the clock and through the pain.

Quiet on land but loud in the tide.

Where nobody sees what keeps you inside.

Breath after breath counting the beat.

Turning that pressure to something elite.

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they see the surface a heavy solid frame and think they know the player and think they know the game with whispered words and glances sharp and cold they think they know the story a shadow tale retold but in this skin a different spirit flies ffar lighter and brighter than there judging eyes

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My name is Mario and I love art

When I draw I leave a piece of my heart

I draw and leave you a piece of my soul

For you to appreciate my art as my goal

My picture is as hot as coal

Every time I draw is powerful

Some may say it is beautiful

You may say my art is a ten

But my interpretation is six seven!!

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Some people Know me

some don't, that's okay

People let me fly, leaving me to be

I love being free

I had more freedom when I was three

It helps me feel at ease

I love brownies, but sometimes

It makes drowsy. I go to the store to get medicine for a dime

It helps the time fly by

When relax I feel at ease

I can do a lot more

just listen to the breeze

My soul is so bold

If someone touches it they gonna freeze.

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Friendship is a light that never fades,

a soft voice on the days

when everything feels heavy.

It’s laughter in the hallway,

secrets whispered between classes,

and trust that grows

even when the world feels loud.

A true friend stands beside you

not only in happy moments,

but when your heart feels tired.

Friendship is choosing kindness,

showing loyalty,

and understanding without words.

It’s the warm feeling

that you are never alone —

because someone cares,

someone listens,

someone stays.

Friendship is not perfect,

but it is real,

and that makes it beautiful.

Sometimes friendship begins with just a smile,

a small moment that grows

into something strong and unforgettable.

Friends are the people who see your mistakes

but still choose to stay.

They celebrate your wins,

support you in your losses,

and remind you of your worth

when you forget it yourself.

Friendship grows through moments big and small —

through shared jokes, honest talks, and the comfort

of knowing someone truly understands you.

It teaches us patience, kindness, and the value

of having a heart that listens.

And in the end, “friendship” is one of the greatest gifts

we can give and receive.

It stays with us through time, shaping who we are

and reminding us that life feels brighter

when we don’t walk through it alone.

When we have true friendship, we feel more confident and calm because we know there is someone we can trust. These relationships are built on respect, honesty, and kindness, and over time they become something very important. Friends make our days warmer, help us grow, and notice the good around us. That is why friendship is a value we should always cherish.

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Friendship is a light that never fades,

a soft voice on the days

when everything feels heavy.

It’s laughter in the hallway,

secrets whispered between classes,

and trust that grows

even when the world feels loud.

A true friend stands beside you

not only in happy moments,

but when your heart feels tired.

Friendship is choosing kindness,

showing loyalty,

and understanding without words.

It’s the warm feeling

that you are never alone —

because someone cares,

someone listens,

someone stays.

Friendship is not perfect,

but it is real,

and that makes it beautiful.

Sometimes friendship begins with just a smile,

a small moment that grows

into something strong and unforgettable.

Friends are the people who see your mistakes

but still choose to stay.

They celebrate your wins,

support you in your losses,

and remind you of your worth

when you forget it yourself.

Friendship grows through moments big and small —

through shared jokes, honest talks, and the comfort

of knowing someone truly understands you.

It teaches us patience, kindness, and the value

of having a heart that listens.

And in the end, “friendship” is one of the greatest gifts

we can give and receive.

It stays with us through time, shaping who we are

and reminding us that life feels brighter

when we don’t walk through it alone.

When we have true friendship, we feel more confident and calm because we know there is someone we can trust. These relationships are built on respect, honesty, and kindness, and over time they become something very important. Friends make our days warmer, help us grow, and notice the good around us. That is why friendship is a value we should always cherish.

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Friendship is a light that never fades,

a soft voice on the days

when everything feels heavy.

It’s laughter in the hallway,

secrets whispered between classes,

and trust that grows

even when the world feels loud.

A true friend stands beside you

not only in happy moments,

but when your heart feels tired.

Friendship is choosing kindness,

showing loyalty,

and understanding without words.

It’s the warm feeling

that you are never alone —

because someone cares,

someone listens,

someone stays.

Friendship is not perfect,

but it is real,

and that makes it beautiful.

Sometimes friendship begins with just a smile,

a small moment that grows

into something strong and unforgettable.

Friends are the people who see your mistakes

but still choose to stay.

They celebrate your wins,

support you in your losses,

and remind you of your worth

when you forget it yourself.

Friendship grows through moments big and small —

through shared jokes, honest talks, and the comfort

of knowing someone truly understands you.

It teaches us patience, kindness, and the value

of having a heart that listens.

And in the end, “friendship” is one of the greatest gifts

we can give and receive.

It stays with us through time, shaping who we are

and reminding us that life feels brighter

when we don’t walk through it alone.

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I don't think as well as before

It seems that I have bumped my head

For the thousandth time

Or maybe was it someone

Playing mind games with me

Again and again

And I can't seem to remember

What exactly happened

Before I cut all ties

With what once

I remembered

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Kira Yoshikage's life is a sad sad tale about how gang violence is horrible. This all starts before the summer of 1999. Kira Yoshikage was a kind boy who loved hands, not knowing how his life would become an absolute nightmare. When he grew up, he decided to marry, not knowing that in his town in Morioh, ruthless gangsters would turn his life upside down. They took his first wife from him and shoved his father into a picture using their bizzare abilities, all for missing a protection fee once. As a requiem for his late first wife, he turned all that they left of her, which was her hand, into a model that was reallistic. He brung it with him everywhere for years, until on sa fateful day,a young ruffian who was the gangster's errand boy, stole it. Kira looked everywhere, until finally finding and tracking the ruffian down. In a blind rage, he awakened his own stand abilities to make something new. To unleash his stand named Killer queen, and he blew the young ruffian to smithereens, but unfortunately, the ruffian used his own stand, Harvest, to annihilate the hand of Kira's late wife to cause more destruction before he passed, along with another final sinister act. He brung a button from Kira to Josuke, the gang leader with his stand named Crazy diamond. Some time later, Kira was tracked down washing his clothes, and attacked by Josuke's old nephew of 30 years, Jotaro Kujo. Kira was absolutely terrified of Jotaro, because Jotaro formally was a violent gang leader himself, apart of the stardust crusaders. The stardust crusaders used to beat animals, pets, and even harrased young women. Their mst nefarious act, however, was beating Jotaro's great grandfather's brother, who was over 300 now, to death in the span of 50 days. Kira knew Jotaro was trouble. Kira used his ability, but was attacked by another ruffian, Koichi Hirose, and beaten senselessly by them, but was able to put a hole through Koichi and fight with am injured Jotaro, who passed out from bloodloss. Suddenly, Josuke and Okyasu, who's ability, the hand, which could annihilate anything his right hand touched, appeared. Kira tried to act innocent, but it was futile. The Morioh gangsters beat him To near death,and all Kira could do was run to a salon. Not knowing the lady wouldn't help, as she was a ruthless gangster as well, Kira had to make her use her ability to give him a new face, and he blew her to smithereens before running to safety. He soon changed his name to Kosaku Kawajiri, and married a widow who had a son named Hayato. Kira thought all would be well, until he found out Hayato was being beaten senselessly by Jotaro daily. Kira had to act, and act he did, by fighting Josuke and Okyasu with his cat, who blew a hole in Okyasu. Kirsa asked Josuke to stop this mindless bloodshed, but Josuke didn't care. As they fought, Kira tried to fight with his father, but Josuke just annihilated him with Kira's own ability of the stray cat bomb. Kira was devastated, but it didn't matter, he kept fighting till the end, when he was surrounded by all, the gangsters in the center of Morioh. As the ambulance came, he tried to use his time rewinding ability, bites the dust, but it didn't matter. Jotaro stopped time and broke his hand, as as Kira was pummeled and beaten, the viciousness of reality came. He was horrifically ran over by a ambulance that was driving backwards, and fate handed him the short stick. In his last moments, before hands came to take him to heaven, he thought "why was I born...in such a cruel world? All I wanted was to live a quiet life...?". All for being a hero, he was ruthlessly beatened. His story is only one of the hundreds of others beaten by the joestar bloodline. Reality is so cruel, no?

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The future will be vastly different from the present, and its main driving force will be the rapid development and widespread adoption of technologies, primarily artificial intelligence (AI). AI, which is already integrated into our lives through search engines and recommendation services, will become even smarter and begin to perform tasks that previously required exclusively human intelligence, such as complex reasoning, decision-making, and creativity. This will lead to the emergence of intelligent assistants that can write texts, drive cars, and help doctors make diagnoses. In medicine, the integration of AI and biotechnology will allow for the development of new treatment methods and significantly increase life expectancy. The transportation system will undergo revolutionary changes with the widespread adoption of self-driving cars, making roads safer and more efficient. The labor market will experience significant changes: although some professions will disappear due to automation, entirely new specialties will also emerge. Along with enormous opportunities, the future also brings significant challenges: it will be necessary to address issues of data privacy, algorithmic bias, and the ethical use and regulation of powerful technologies to ensure that the future is safe and beneficial for all of humanity.

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Soccer is my favorite sport but to me its more than just a game Its not about scoring goals the glory or the fame Once you are a fan youll never be the same Soccer is a way of life a passion you cant tame

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"Write something beautiful..."

as i stare at the blank text box, I wonder about other things besides even typing something into the box

"what does ... think?"

"what do I have to finish after school?"

so many thoughts, so many

it really takes you away from reality

it'll make you daydream

stare into blank space

until your friend waves at you

"huh? oh my bad.."

then you reverse.

but this is just from another perspective

how about you..?

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At first, little Batman was a handful. He'd hiss at the vacuum cleaner (which he decided was the Joker's latest gimmick), pounce from the highest cat tree in a dramatic "glide" that ended in a tangle of paws, and stare intensely from dark corners, convinced he was a creature of the night. The other, more relaxed shelter cats thought he was a bit much, but they couldn't deny his spirit.

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Trees represent life, I'm not saying that scientifically but spiratural, it means reborn like a phoneix, trees help us keep tract of our family, have you ever heard of a Family tree, it is to keep track and help people find the purest of pure in their family ( fun fact : trees and wood are the rarest form of materials in the universe.

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A smile that burned with golden light,
A spirit forged in selfless might.
With fire in his soul and in his blade,
He kept the promises his mother made.

The Flame Breathing, a vibrant dance,
He gave the weak a fighting chance.
Against the Upper Moon, a blazing stand,
Protecting lives throughout the land.

"Set your heart ablaze," the words he spoke,
A final lesson, strong as oak.
He lived with honor, faced the dawn,
A brilliant light, forever drawn.

Though the warrior's flame did finally cease,
His legacy brought strength and peace.
He burned so bright until the end,
A hero's heart, a noble friend 🔥

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"Resources inflation" refers to how inflation can affect the economy by straining resources and how resource availability can cause inflation. High demand can outstrip production capacity, leading to "demand-pull" inflation as pressure builds on resources like labor and capital. Conversely, high inflation can also lead to resources being used less efficiently and diverted to activities like hedging against price increases instead of more productive uses.

The world right now is facing half of these problems right now. All of these problems are because of development in oil and robotic. These two are the main problem in the world , even big companies say every thing is fine which it really isn't. We as the people need to fight back and save the world.

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"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: One of the most popular and frequently misinterpreted poems, it reflects on choices in life and their outcomes.

"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas: This villanelle is a powerful and famous poem about death and the human spirit's fight against it.

"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley: A classic sonnet exploring the transience of power and the inevitable decay of all empires.

"Sonnet 18" ("Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?") by William Shakespeare: Widely considered one of the greatest love poems ever written, it compares the subject's beauty to a summer's day and promises them immortality through verse.

"The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe: A narrative poem famous for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere, focusing on a grieving man and a mysterious talking raven.

"Because I could not stop for Death—" by Emily Dickinson: This iconic poem personifies Death as a polite gentleman taking the speaker on a carriage ride toward eternity.

"And Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou: A powerful and inspiring poem of resilience and strength in the face of oppression and injustice.

"O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman: An elegy for Abraham Lincoln, this poem uses the metaphor of a ship and its captain to mourn the fallen leader after the Civil War.

"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley: A short, powerful Victorian poem about self-mastery and an unconquerable soul, famously quoted for its final lines, "I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul".

"She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron: A lyrical poem that idealizes a woman's beauty, known for its elegant language and romantic tone.

And System By Josiah Jessamy: System are meant to hold back creativity and thought of the human mind, you and yourself need to break free.

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everything is random

fate is constantly turning gears

who knows what will come next

a turn of events, a change of mind

sometimes you can't predict

even you if plan things a certain way

it might not go the way you wanted

so that means the world is running on randomness

like insane nonsense and liberals on politics

but who knows what goes on in their brain

its all so random, so nonsensical

what we find wrong they find right

what we find right they find wrong

that's how our world runs on randomness

do you comprehend ?

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Real Madrid-greatest soccer club of every time.He have a lot of many legends,who played for this club.This club for me ,is the greatest club in the world.Best years of this club in the 1950-1960,2000-2010,2010-2020.Luis Figu,Ronaldo Nazario,Alfredo di Stefano,Ferenc Puskas,Raul,Iker Casilias,Zinedine Zidane,Cristiano Ronaldo,all of them is the legends of Real Madrid.In his history,this club win 15 UCL,36 La liga,6 UEFA cups,5 Club World Cups, and other cups in La liga (Real Madrid win 100 trophies in his history).The legendary players,a lot of many trophies,this do Real Madrid one of the greatest team in the world. HALA MADRID

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6 7 is a very popular thing in the United States that kids do all the time in school and other things related to the numbers 6 & 7. I like to do it at home, in class, and in school during a boring lesson in science about mass. Adults are tired of 6 7 and have had enough of it and don't want to hear it even for a bit. I do it in the hall and do it at the mall near the wall.

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Teenage Love is something everyone wants

But nobody knows its challenges,

its lustful thoughts its pain and heartbreak

Its like being caught in a cage

filled with hate and rage

questioning why it had to be you

but you could only end up with no clue

Everyone wants to find their soulmate

but nobody understands that love isn't something you could buy, its something you earn with trust, loyalty, kindness, and companion ship. Everyone has their good times but sometimes it ends with pain, arguments, and tears.

But its still love right?

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Technology

From sparks of thought to silicon dreams, We built a world of coded streams. A whisper once across the land Now travels fast through every hand.

Screens glow bright in midnight rooms, Replacing stars with data blooms. We speak in texts, we share in bytes, Our voices lost in satellite flights.

Machines that learn, and minds that race, Time compressed in cyberspace. We ask the cloud, we trust the code, We walk the paths that circuits showed.

A child can ask a distant star, And answers come from realms afar. Maps unfold with just a swipe, And books are born from every type.

Yet in this maze of endless light, We trade the day for sleepless night. We scroll and tap, we click and stare, And wonder if the soul is there.

Technology, both friend and thief, It brings us joy, it brings us grief. It builds, it breaks, it lifts, it binds A mirror held to humankind.

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In the dark night of a hidden dream,

the first spark, a burning longing.

It is not the final gold, nor the radiant summit,

it is the first step of a hesitant foot.

It is the rock that yields to the persistent chisel,

the drop that patiently pierces the rock.

It is the honest sweat on the brow that shines,

the fall that teaches the knee to grow.

Achievement is the echo of a voice that does not remain silent,

the inner victory of every battle.

It is not measured in applause or worldly brilliance,

but in the certainty of having tried.

It is the heart that no longer doubts,

the strength that is born from a naked soul.

It is breaking the chains of uncertainty,

and climbing the highest peak with faith.

So do not seek the end of the path,

achievement is alive in your own destiny.

In every small step forward, in every lesson,

the glory of overcoming is hidden.

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oh yo got power, super powers, do you even know how to weild them?- superpowers 

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i am not for everyone, i know my truth, i know who i am, i know what i do and do not bring to the table, im not easy to deal with but do i bring tons of value. i bring love and strength, but i am not perfect, and if i dont fit in with a person or group that is okay with me.

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Eight hundred goals has been scored by

our beloved Cristiano

who deserves to be kissed on the hand

when the ball goes up.

A veteran player

of Portuguese descent

causes headaches

for opponents early on.

He is a key piece

that a team needs

because on the pitch he proclaims

his greatness with his boots.

He has a history written

with five Ballon d'Or awards

decorously displayed

in his exquisite showcase.

Cristiano is a great treasure

who gives his all in every game,

and with Real Madrid he has been

a truly household name.

He has also had a notable performance with Manchester United

because he puts his heart into it

in the open space.

With his extraordinary play,

we must give support

to the great Cristiano Ronaldo

the new King of the Ball!

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Amor

Nadie puede darme

la clase de felicidad que tú

me das, la alegría que siento

cuando estoy en tus brazos

no la he sentido jamás.

Nunca dejes de amarme como lo haces, no dejes de demostrarme lo que es la felicidad.

compartirme

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A taste of history, a bite of memory,
Food is the thread of every family.
From garden rows where summer's sweetness grows,
To the winter soup that warms us to our toes.
It is the bounty plucked from earth's dark ground,
Where miracles and nourishment are found.

The kitchen is a stage, the meal a play,
With love the secret ingredient for the day.
A mother's hands that knead the waiting dough,
The stories told to make a child's spirit glow.
At humble tables and at feasts so grand,
We share a language every heart can understand.

Food gives us strength to work and play,
To face the challenges that fill our day.
A simple meal can be a sturdy rock,
Against the worries that around us flock.
It fills the body, mends the weary soul,
And helps to make the fragmented person whole.

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The exiled prince, born of imperial might,
Found strength not in his fists, but in the night.
A king's own son, but frail of form and frame,
A puppet in a world he sought to tame.

He donned a mask, a whisper in the dark,
And in his eyes, he left a crimson mark.
He commanded souls with a single word,
A power known to very few had stirred.

His greatest weapon, not a Knightmare's might,
But mind's own chess game, played with perfect sight.
He out-thought empires on a grand design,
With cunning intellect, and a flawless line.
He turned defeat to victory's sweet taste,
A master tactician, never to be replaced.

He inspired the weak, the forgotten, the forlorn,
Promising a future for a world reborn.
He bore the hatred of a world in pain,
A demon king for justice to attain.

But beneath the mask, a boy still stood,
Haunted by the choices of his evil good.
For a peaceful world, he bore the sin,
And let his strength consume him from within.
His final gambit, the world's most bitter show,
A sacrifice to let the future grow.
His greatest power was his last great feat,
To end the war, and make his plan complete.

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Leafs falling, birds calling. Orange, yellow, red, my cat napping in my bed. Leafs are crunchy and brown, kids outside are playing around. School is starting, planes from vacation departing. My mom is drinking her pumpkin spice latte while walking around the bay. Autumn came orange as a fire flame.

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In the twilight where the colors bend,

You found me drifting through the sound again.

With your laughter echoing like a summer breeze,

You caught me off guard, with a heart that frees.

So we’ll chase these shadows across the golden light,

Running through the daydreams, holding on so tight.

With every whispered promise, I’ll be your moonlit guide,

In a world of fleeting moments, let’s get lost inside.

Every road we wander, every word we speak,

Feels like a melody that’s just a little sweet.

From the coffee stains to late-night dreams,

You paint my heart with your softest schemes.

So we’ll chase these shadows across the golden light,

Running through the daydreams, holding on so tight.

With every whispered promise, I’ll be your moonlit guide,

In a world of fleeting moments, let’s get lost inside.

(Bridge)

And if the stars forget to shine,

I’ll still find a way to make you mine.

Through the silence after storms,

We’ll write our story, keeping warm.

So we’ll chase these shadows, as the night unfolds,

In a dance of destiny, where love grows bold.

With every whispered promise, I’ll be your moonlit guide,

In a world of fleeting moments, let’s get lost inside.

So take my hand, let’s leave the past behind,

In this wild pursuit, our hearts aligned.

We’ll keep chasing the shadows, forever intertwined,

In the echoes of forever, our love is un-de-fined.

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Dear Basketball,

From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:

I fell in love with you.

A love so deep I gave you my all —
From my mind & body
To my spirit & soul.

As a six-year-old boy
Deeply in love with you
I never saw the end of the tunnel.
I only saw myself
Running out of one.

And so I ran.
I ran up and down every court
After every loose ball for you.
You asked for my hustle
I gave you my heart
Because it came with so much more.

I played through the sweat and hurt
Not because challenge called me
But because YOU called me.
I did everything for YOU
Because that’s what you do
When someone makes you feel as
Alive as you’ve made me feel.

You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream
And I’ll always love you for it.
But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.
This season is all I have left to give.
My heart can take the pounding
My mind can handle the grind
But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.

And that’s OK.
I’m ready to let you go.
I want you to know now
So we both can savor every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad.
We have given each other
All that we have.

And we both know, no matter what I do next
I’ll always be that kid
With the rolled up socks
Garbage can in the corner
:05 seconds on the clock
Ball in my hands.
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1

Love you always,
Kobe

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Creativity. Paintbrushes grazing on the soft surface on a fresh new canvas. The sound of pencils tapping. Masterpieces from left to right. Your thoughts can go anywhere that you imagine. Musical Art. The beautiful symphony of instruments playing together in sync, the musical notes soaring through the air once you hit that key. Dance. The movement once that song plays, just feels so right. From tap dancing, to ballet, pop, rock and so much more. Art is a expressive in any way and is also a passion that many people around the world enjoy.

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Nature, people, art, and life.

All these things are beauty, that's right.

most people think beauty is what you see

but, its also someones personality.

beauty can be a feeling, that not many know, it can be a relationship that continues to grow.

a lot of people have their opinion on beauty, but I hope what they all have in common, is that you experience it at least once your life. ( we are all beautiful!) <3

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staring at a blank page

its like being in a cage

locked up

trying to fight

but I cant ignite

the flame inside of me

iv cried

tears dried

making stains on my face

all these nights

turn to frights

town to town

with a frown

time through time

crime from crime

like a car

you went to far

left me behind

I'm still kind

but something is lurking inside

I like the rain

because it senses my pain

I was crying on her shoulder

all she could do was hold me

she told me I should put it all behind me

and it only brought us closer until july

I got slowly forgotten

I had an endless cycle of pain

but I hold a mask

and I keep it tight

no one sees me cry

until I fly

he had me thinking

2+2=5

and I'm the love of his life

cause if rain don't pour and the sun don't shine

then changing him is possible

but I should know that love is never logical

cause you made me think

The sky is green, the grass is red and
You mean all those words you said
I'm sure that girl is really your friend
Problems are all solvable

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Flying is so cool.

You get to go to many different places

like Las Vegas, or even Wyoming

There is so much places you can go

From being in the air to seeing the sky

Flying is so much fun.

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Snowy particles falling from the sky

But for some reason i cant find a reason why?

I research to see why this happens

And found something to it!

Snowy particles form because of water vapor freezes directly onto a tiny particle

Im very happy i learned how

I am now satisfied without a doubt

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Lamar Jackson was born on January 7, 1997, in Pompano Beach Florida. When he was just eight years old, his father, Lamar Jackson Sr passed away from a heart attack on the same day as his grandmother His mother, Felicia Jones, raised Jackson and his siblings, becoming a central figure in his life and instilling a strong work ethic and discipline. Jackson's mother encouraged his football career, even tackling him in the backyard to build his resilience and agility.

He trained with a coach named Van Warren, who specialized in developing quarterbacks, with Jackson's mother diligently recreating drills at home.

After transferring to Boynton Beach High School, Jackson excelled, leading the team to the regional semifinals during his senior year with over 3,000 passing yards and 36 touchdowns. In 2016, Jackson won the Heisman Trophy as a sophomore at the University of Louisville, becoming the first player in the school's history to do so. He was also named the ACC Athlete of the Year in 2017 and was a finalist for the Heisman in 2017 Despite his collegiate success, many NFL teams doubted Jackson's ability to play quarterback, with some suggesting he switch to wide receiver.

The Baltimore Ravens drafted Jackson with the 32nd overall pick in the first round of the 2018 NFL Draft

After taking over as the starting quarterback mid-season, he led the Ravens to the playoffs. He went on to win his first NFL MVP Award in 2019 and a second in 2023, establishing himself as one of the league's best players.

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Ken Carson,born Kenyatta Lee Bettis Frazier Jr. born in April 11, 2000 he is an American rapper and record producer from Atlanta,Georgia the type on genre music he makes is rage rap,he is good at creating and popularizing his unique brand of rage rap created by punk inspired beats and distant rockstar aesthetic that draws from hip hop.He has collaborated with Opium,destroy lonely,and playboi carti ,he was an underground artist who has then successfully made his way to mainstream the first platform he used to put he music was SoundCloud,the songs of his which are the most listened to is 'Yale", "Fighting my demons", "Overseas" those songs have been certified with the gold and platinum and his song "Overseas" also became his first solo entry on the Billboard hot 100 chart.He started making beats at the age of 12 and in 2015 he released his first song on SoundCloud then in 2017 his career took off after Playboi carti discovered him and signed him to Opium records in 2019.

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Bryson Tiller was born Bryson Djuan Tiller on January 2, 1993. His mother passed away when he was four, and his grandmother helped raise him alongside his cousins He began singing and rapping at age 15 in high school. Bryson Tiller was influenced by R&B artists like 112 and Dru Hill. In his early twenties, he had a child, prompting him to leave his music career to work at jobs like Papa John's and UPS to support his family In 2014, he posted the song "Don't" to his Sound Cloud, which went viral and sparked industry interest after declining an offer from Drake, he signed with RCA Records in 2015. His debut album, Trap soul, was released the same year and became a major success His single "Exchange" from Trap soul received a Grammy nomination for Best R&B Song. He has continued to release successful projects, including the album A N N I V E R S A R Y and has collaborated with artists like Rihanna.

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leaves are falling hope is near in the school and in the future every time and every place where you have found to be a maze nothing less and nothing more every time I want to grow in the dark where we spark hope is near hope is near tho shall we end this place.

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Basketball is one of my most favorite sports.even if you lose you will always stand up and keep playing games until you win.Some of the popular stars are michael jordan,lebron james,Kobe bryant,steph curry,kevin durrant and more.Even those stars had to work hard for them to be able to go to the Nba.They even had a tough childhood and they still managed to play proffesionally. We cant tell if You will be able to join which is why you have to keep training and working hard everyday.

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since i was younger

trauma has hit my mind everyday

whether it was bullying or betrayal

or pushing my body into permanent scars and blood or cutting myself

i take things differently now from normal

instead of becoming friends with everyone

i limit myself

maybe because now i have trust issues

maybe because now im cold

maybe because im dead

maybe one day

i will do it

because that thought has hit me

since i was younger.

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We started as stranger

Then turn into friends

And will have memories for

Life time

The day felt like a new page to unlock

The years flew on by

As we laugh till on the floor

Now change is before us

A path to new schools and new beginnings

A new future awaits us all

Take every moment and cherish it

Let your dreams guide you to a new beginning

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Don Toliver,born Caleb Zackery he is a an american singer and song writer 31 years old,the type of music he does is hip-hop,R&B,and melodic rap,he was born in Houston he was an underground artist before raising to fame because of Travis Scott the songs which made him famous is "Cant say",and "No idea" the song "No idea" has over 1.2 billion this song was a major hit from his debut album "Heaven or Hell" released in 2019 and he started making music in 2017.His father was also a rapper in the 2000's and ever since he was a kid his passion was to become a singer so that's why he had no other pursuit ,he was bullied in school for trying to become a rapper so that's another reason he wanted to become one. Once he became a rapper he had made songs with famous artists,and now he is dating Kali Unchis and has one baby son.

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What is the difference between a king, and his horse?

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What is the difference between a king, and his horse?

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Whats the difference between a king and his horse?I dont mean some kiddy stuff like one has 4 legs and the other has 2, or ones a person and ones an animal. If their form, ability, and power is exactly the same, then why is it one becomes the king and controls the battle and the other one becomes the horse and carries the king? There's only one answer...INSTINCT!

In fact, it forms the very essence of our being--Deep, within our body lies the honed instinct to dominate, and slaughter our enemies! My friend ‘ you don’t have that! You’re weak…Ichigo!

I don’t know about Zangetsu. But I refuse to play horse to a king who’s weaker than me, If you aren’t willing to assert your strength and retain the crown, then I’ll destroy you……Which means……I’ll be king.

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wake up 6:30 in the morning

its to early to be doing this

having to get up to make sure I have the perfect outfit on that no one will notice.

No one's going to care about my outfit so why do I have to try.

It doesn't matter what I wear because ultimately my mom is going to come up the stairs and tell me to put on some shorts cause it's "too hot out"

and shes right about the weather.

It's the kind of hot and sticky weather outside, during the first week of September.

but towards the end of the month it turns into that apple crisp kind of weather.

The kind of weather where you don't have to carry a whole jacket but just your favorite fuzzy sweater.

you'll know when its that kind of weather when you step on a pile of leaves and it doesn't crunch like it did when it baked in the sun over the summer, but it just munches like oatmeal, a flavorless food.

on my way to school jumping over the piles of oat meal leaves. Walk into one of the 8 doors in front, pulling each one until I find the one that's open. Scan my id that has the most terrible picture on earth and walk carelessly into the school. As I'm walking up the stairs to class I'm looking at my id and wondering what possessed me to pose and smile like that? Why did I chose that outfit why did I put that clip in my hair?

As I'm questioning everything on my face and all the parts I chose to put on me that day trying to stop myself from going down this never ending spiral of judgment a girl comes up to me and say "hey, um I like your outfit." then I put my id back in my bag, thanked her for her complement and went into ELA.

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why is life hard why is life harder then shooting a ball you think you make it in but miss just when you reach the top it something or someone crushing your victory even if your try you fall at the end of the line life bring you down but something harder then life come from out of town people don't always have to like you but it a problem when you don't wanna be there friend your pain hurt more when you life is taring apart in your arms you think maybe it not you it life but then you you think again and say why am I this way why am I not me you cry but even then you know that all true color lie in life darkest moment you wont even survivor I fall but cant get up I proud and tall but fall I'm week and I think what has life done and when you think your parent are going to be your light they bring cry so you try calling out to your sister but she going through it too you fell like there not door you lose hope and say let scared be scared mabey know you know they sometime thing happen and mabey that how life is it just a game you stuck playing on reaply.

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The future, the future is the time we can't tell yet. It is the one thing no human being knows yet. The future can mean many things, like the city looks like it was made in the Future like third world Countries. It can also mean what you want to be in the future. Like "I wanna be a doctor" or " I wanna be a teacher because I like learning and encouraging other people." The future acts like the dreams of some people, no, it is the dreams of everyone. Everyone has goals, hope, dreams, whenever its selfish or it being to helping out others, the common outcome of the future is DREAMS.

Like for me, my Dreams or the Future for me is to go to Brooklyn tech, my mom went there and I want to continue in her footsteps. I also just want to be a good person overall, I want to help people. Not just for myself but for the felling of helping people. This is my definition of the Future, the future means a lot of things but one answer comes together DREAMSSS. Also sometimes the future helps us be together , take WW2 for an example, before it went national the Jews were all by them selfs, later when the future was 1949 it went national and bring nations together.

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Why is love like a crime?

Such a pure word can open a world full of hatred.

I have seen people give their own lives away just to take in their lover's essence one last time.

hands wither away, but the soul can remember.

The mind cannot forget the whispers of a name which used to be so dear..

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A king without a kingdom,

Yet everyone must know:

When pressure builds like thunder,

And all the lights are bright,

He rises with the moment,

And silences the night.

A shot that echoes legends,

A heart that never quits,

Kawhi, the silent warrior,

With every game he fits.

So here’s to clutch and quiet,

To effort, not to sound,

For greatness walks in whispers,

Where Kawhi can be found.

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In the realm of football’s grand lore,

Two legends rose, forever to soar,

Messi and Ronaldo, rival and king,

Their stories in stadiums softly sing.

Lionel, the maestro with feet of grace,

Goals like art, defenders chase,

Assists that weave through the air,

Trophies shining, beyond compare.

From Barcelona’s heart he’d weave his spell,

Goals and records, a story to tell,

Four Champions, La Liga’s pride,

In every match, he’d glide and slide.

Cristiano, the warrior fierce and bold,

Goals like thunder, stories told,

Assists too, with precision’s art,

A trophy cabinet that’s off the chart.

Manchester, Madrid, Juventus, too,

His relentless drive, forever true,

Five Ballon d’Or, a crown of fame,

His name etched deep in football’s frame.

Their rivalry, a dance of fire,

Pushing limits, aiming higher,

Goals and assists, trophies gleam,

In football’s hall of fame, a shared dream.

Two giants, one sport, forever entwined,

In history’s pages, their legends defined,

Messi and CR7, rivals in flight,

Icons shining through day and night.