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Fresh out of middle school
were fearless
we hope to God
to get us by. We
disguise our
wit behind
our camouflage
one look, and we
are judged.
Meanwhile, you
fail to pay attention
to the unfairness
the world is filled with.
The dreams that we
would regret
ignore then as best as you can,
and mask aside,
you mightily reveal
the myriad of of emotions you feel

-Julia Boutin

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I thought I was an accident, No

I knew I was an Accident.

My dad didn't know Of

My Birth.

At least that's what he said Or

He could have been lying to get ahead in a Race

He was running with my mother. Or

It's because he always wants an excuse for why he’s stuck in 2nd Place.

What he does now determines

What I will remember about him in the…

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I scope
Out the words that fall out of
Your mouth. Hope
Drives me to think I'll be as perfect as you wish or
To be the girl your dreams picture me to be. I
Have grown into the insecurities that you have scolded me to have.
I remember the words you had said to me, only a year ago. That you would always be beside me? I knew that wasn't true. But still a
Sting to my heart when it ended so fast. My only thoughts tracing back to that night, I guess that, I was right.

-E

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A Chef can cook one wrong meal, Are

They no longer a chef? Nay, they are Molded

From the mistakes made in the journey. From

The goals along the way. Does the Brain think this way?  Yes

Brains are the most critical beings known. They are Molded

To nitpick, to obsess.  Yet in Dreams

Their checks and criticism don’t come. Do

They realize that their dreams and reality are the same, that there is  Not

A fundamental change? Seemingly, when mistakes exist, embrace them as they Come.

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View

I look through the lens of a scope

that has a limited view of

the world. I have a new hope

that we will join together or

share the same dreams

as of those before us. I

want us to be like those who have

corrected our wrongs and become a

momentous right.

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Fortnite is at my disposal.

Now banned off of the app store, my

life is incomplete. My father

says “What is Fortnite?”, while my mother says

“Good, you fell hard

for that silly game”. Now all I have left is school work

to comfort me. This is

the end of my happiness. The

day I’ll see “#1 Victory Royale” is no longer real. Fortnite was the clay

that molded my future dreams

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Tomorrow is another day but they still still think that they.

Are unimportant. But they are.

And were purposely carved.

And muscled.

To this world to make it into.

Something its not but something.

That's going to be solid.

And something.

Something that's going to be true.

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I look across the cafe and see a couple. They

Look happy, like they are

in love. Love is sculpted not just there, carved

And muscled.

When they look into

Each other's eyes I see hope, something

so solid.

Like a million stars, like they can reach something

A million miles away. I can tell their love is true.