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Life is like a lump of clay.

You can try to form it into whatever you want.

But sometimes it doesn’t look like how you imagined.

When you make mistakes,

They can be covered up and fixed.

You will know that they happened,

But nobody else will know.

And, It can only be formed while it is being spun.

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Life is like… an ice cream cone, sweet but short lasting,

It will bring you joy until it comes to an end,

Cherish it while you can,

when it comes to an end you'll regret not enjoying it.

There's an infinite amount of possibilities,

endless combinations, flavors and toppings,

So try as many flavors as you can, you’ll definitely find something you love

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it can provide warmth
but be irritable
just as the sun shines down on the Earth,
lighting the world and warming barren hearts,
but makes uncomfy waves of overbearing heat.
As the uncomfy itch of a sweater warms our body
but irritates our gentile skin.

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Life is like…	a sunset where some days are prettier than others
And others just grey
We want these sunsets to go on forever 
But we can only enjoy it while it lasts
Because just like a sunset brings the promise of a new dawn life brings its promise of  an end 
And that is the beauty of it.

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Life is like an undiscovered galaxy
Laying there unknown to society.
Until you make a move
You will sit there alone with no one else.
But once you begin to make a name for yourself.
Then people will realize the qualities that you haven’t noticed
Making you shine brighter than every star.

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Life is like a long , dark tunnel,

you can't see what comes ahead,

Just as you think you have found the light ,

It throws you down another path,

Cold, dark and alone.

But you will find the light,

the warmth of the sun ,

the smiling faces of the people you know and love.

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Life is like a presidential election, 
You have to make life-altering decisions. 
Not all decisions are clear and,
You never like the choices that you are given.
The choices you make can split up you and the people you care about. 
There is never a right choice! 
Yet somehow you have to trust your heart with the decisions that you make because---
You truly believe there’s always a lesser evil.

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Anna Duda and Gabrielle Zolnierczyk        

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Anna Duda and Gabrielle Zolnierczyk        

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Life is like a sunset          Where some days are prettier than others                              And others just grey              We want these sunsets to go on forever                                but we can only enjoy it while it lasts                            Because well just like a sunset life comes to an end            And that’s the beauty of it all

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Life is like a mirror, glossy and reflective
I can see myself rise 
And decay as the days circle
But only the present I can see, and nothing else.
If I shattered the mirror, would it be a bad omen,
Would hell swallow me whole?
The mirror does not tell, but what is certain 
Is that once it shatters, 
It cannot be fixed.

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Life is like a candle, waiting to melt away,

Although you never know when,

It’ll fade away,

You’ll blink and then swish,

It’s burned out,

But its burns can stain.

The wax will drip and drip,

And eventually drift off,

Into the wind.

And then there lay the wick,

All burnt out and crisp,

But one day,

It will be relit.

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Sandra and Samantha              Life is like…	                             A box of chocolates                               An ice cream shop                    A song                                         A magic show                            A racing highway                       A compass                                 A gray sky                                   A maze                                        A steep mountain                      A diverging road                        A story book                                  A journey                                     A chess game                          An ocean                                     A puzzle                                             

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Sandra and Samantha              Life is like…	                             A box of chocolates                               An ice cream shop                    A song                                         A magic show                            A racing highway                       A compass                                 A gray sky                                   A maze                                        A steep mountain                      A diverging road                        A story book                                  A journey                                     A chess game                          An ocean                                     A puzzle                                             

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natalia villa and safaa           Life is like…a thrift store       One man's trash is another's treasure                              Giving objects a second chance                                    The object is always new to the next person                    Just like people are to each other                                            A clean plate                                  A fresh slate                           The baggage freed like the wind on a stormy night                  The baggage suddenly feathers instead of weight  Finding its new place                         

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natalia villa and safaa           Life is like…a thrift store       One man's trash is another's treasure                              Giving objects a second chance                                    The object is always new to the next person                    Just like people are to each other                                            A clean plate                                  A fresh slate                           The baggage freed like the wind on a stormy night                  The baggage suddenly feathers instead of weight  Finding its new place                         

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Life is like…

A never ending path constantly twisting and turning

You start walking faster and faster trying to find a way out Just be be disappointed with another pointless intersection

Another meaningless decision that you have to make

Every step you take leads you to nowhere.

You continue through these dark paths  hoping the last step would be the one that leads you to the exit

The path doesn’t get easier.

But alas at the end of the day these paths will only get longer and longer and when you do end up escaping this maze

you don’t know what is waiting for you at the end.

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Life is like a race, many people competing against one another for the soul reason of being the best in many cases,

There are some bumps in the path but there is always another way around,

Even if it’s tough or more work

The race isn’t always about winning though,

It’s about how you got there.

You can figure out who you are from a race,

Whether you leave someone hurt behind,

Or strive to be helpful instead of making everything about winning

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Life is like a book of matches.

Silently waiting to be lit.

And once it’s ignited,

it seems as if only a few seconds

have past

before the fire shrivels up

and leaves behind but

a few remnants of smoke,

a few ashes and memories

of a fire once lit.

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Life is like a lump of clay,

You can mold and shape it into what you desire

Like the clay, you get the creative power to make something beautiful from nothing

Clay can be molded into something ugly too, it can get frustrating and you want to give up

Clay can crack and crumble

Just like people, an issue can set someone's life back a few steps.

The important thing to remember is that you have control of the clay

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Life is like an ocean

It has high and low tides

But once your over

Pain is at its demise

Life is like an ocean

Relaxing and calm

But so full of pollution

Which strikes many problems

If the solution is unknown

Life is like an ocean

A never ending story

And as long as you row forward

Your life will go on

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Life is like a roller coaster.You go up on your best days,Living life and having fun.Enjoying the day and living free.But then you reach the downfall,The days where you are feeling sad or unmotivated.It’s a repeating cycle, but in the end,Life is what you make it.

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Life is like a roller coaster.You go up on your best days,Living life and having fun.Enjoying the day and living free.But then you reach the downfall,The days where you are feeling sad or unmotivated.It’s a repeating cycle, but in the end,Life is what you make it.

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Life is like a sunset, it quickly comes and goes.

It has miraculous beauty, but only for moments.

Brief periods of light and hope, before the darkness and evil surrounds and engulfs it all.

There are those who choose to walk in the light, and those who choose to walk in the darkness, there is a fine line between the two but one could be mistaken for the other.

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Life is like… a roller coaster.

Life is filled with ups and downs.

You can be happy but sometimes sad.

Embrace all these moments.

Life can have both boring and exciting parts.

Enjoy life while it lasts.

Like a roller coaster, life comes to an end.

So make your life count

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Life is like…

A sunset

At the start its colorful,

And full of life

But it seems to last for a second

Before it vanishes from sight

You mourn till the morning

Waiting for new life

The minutes feel like days

The daylight feels to bright

All you want is a minute to rest

Lay down and watch the sunset

As it slips from your grasp

Into the horizon at bay

A tear slips like glass

And you wait for a new day

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Life is like, an itchy sweater,

It might be annoying,

And it might make you mad,

You may even want to tear it to shreds.

But at the end of the day,

It was given to you out of love from someone who cares,

You learn to appreciate it and even like it,

But if not that,

You just deal with it.

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Life is like…the sun 
It tires to shine bright
But every night 
As the sun slowly falls 
It becomes dark and gloomy
The moon rises 
But no matter what
Every morning 
The Sun rises back up
Brighter than the moon did at night

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Life is like a book of matches

Only so much time to use and fulfill its purpose before it runs out

Using it wrong could potentially harm you, so be careful in the process

But those few seconds of heat, will make you internally content

It’s shadow dances on the wall, possibly ready to bite

Savor every match, because the cold might blow it out

But at the end of the day it’s just a lifeless piece of wood.

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Life is like… a	 Ice Cream Cone
It is sweet but does not last for long
and slowly melts away.
It comes in different flavors 
with a different taste each.
You enjoy it while it is there
And when it is finished
You are satisfied

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Life is like… A Box of Donuts

It will not last too long

A dozen of donuts brings you joy

So savor it while it lasts

Cherish the sweet donuts

just like the moments in life

Eventually time will run out just like the donuts

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Life is like a book of matches…

You can go through as many boxes as you like,

You can light each match,

And try match after match,

To no avail.

Until you finally find that one match

that finally lights up.

The secret is to try, try again

And never give up

Until you find the one that works for you,

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Life is like a huge fake dream .

Constantly changing either for the great or worse

Nothing ever goes as planned in life

One day it can be filled with pain suffering and futility

And then next it can be filled with joy and happiness

But as long as there is a concept of victors

The vanquish will also exist

But the longer you live the more you realize

The selfish desire for peace

Give rise of war

And therefore hatred is born

In order to protect love.

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Caroline’s epic simile-

Life is like a sunset,

The day glowing bright and true,

Long days of fun and joy,

But ends in gloom.

Those gloomy days are torture,

They beat the best out of you,

But in the end, the sun comes back up again,

And your days resume the fun.

Julian’s epic simile-

Life is like a huge fake dream .

Constantly changing either for the great or worse

Nothing ever goes as planned in life

One day it can be filled with pain suffering and futility

And then next it can be filled with joy and happiness

But as long as there is a concept of victors

The vanquish will also exist

But the longer you live the more you realize

The selfish desire for peace

Give rise of war

And therefore hatred is born

In order to protect love.

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Life is like…

A salad bar, either tasty or bitter.

There are a vast variety of choices spread out before you,

As there are in your life.

Options carefully paired together can result in a delicious salad,

But if rushed your choices will bring a bitter taste,

However each salad is just as unique as you,

As no two salads are the same.

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Caroline’s epic simile-
Life is like a sunset,
The day glowing bright and true,
Long days of fun and joy,
But ends in gloom.
Those gloomy days are torture,
They beat the best out of you,
But in the end, the sun comes back up again,
And your days resume the fun.

Julian’s epic simile-
Life is like a huge fake dream .
Constantly changing either for the great or worse
Nothing ever goes as planned in life
One day it can be filled with pain suffering and futility
And then next it can be filled with joy and happiness
But as long as there is a concept of victors
The vanquish will also exist
But the longer you live the more you realize
The selfish desire for peace
Give rise of war
And therefore hatred is born
In order to protect love.

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Life is like an itchy sweater
It is beautiful
Everyone wants one. 
It is colorful, warm, fuzzy. 
It is a gift.

But once a person acquires one
They struggle to put it on
It’s tight, it’s uncomfortable
It traps you.
Once you get ahold of it
It is yours. Forever. 
No matter how pretty it is
No matter how great people think it is
No matter what you do to make it better
The sweater is still itchy.
And you will always hate it. 

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Life is like a trophy 
We start with sentimental value
Our owner sees us as a great treasure
But over time
our value fades
And to any average viewer
We can be just be seen 🤬
another bunch of particles