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I am a dog. They are always there for their person no matter what. Rich or poor, fit or fat, girl or boy, old or young, working or unemployed, they are always by their side. Like every relationship they have their moments, like when a dog gets in trouble for misbehaving, but in the end they are stuck with each other.

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Do not let negative and toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them out.

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I do not remember how to write a metaphor.

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I am a shadow. Forever attached to myself, lingering around in the darkness. I’m always there, but way more noticeable in certain settings, or lighting. Some might think I vanish, or disappear, but they’re wrong. I’m still there, just waiting for the light to shine a certain way, simply just waiting on a sign to allow my rare occurrence to appear. Shadow’s have bad reputations without good reason. They’re seen as scary, or always trailing, when they have no option. Judged without having a say, rapidly losing all motivation to try and change that. Shadows are the clone of people only seen in certain circumstances, so you could assume they’re one's true self. So, why are they always hidden?

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I am a clock. A clock in a white room, in a white room, in a white house. I am alone on a wall, not surrounded by any paintings, or marked by childish drawings. I tick slowly, consistently, a soft noise in the background of a much louder house. I am easily ignored and looked past yet every so often I make a noise, not a soft sound, but a loud ting. This sound brings out reactions, all varying and never the same. Some pay attention to me more than most, but at the end of the day that ticking in the background is imperative and is important. On the outside I am just simply numbers and a face yet on the inside gears turn and tick, switches are turned, and springs are used. A complex interworking that nobody would see if they did not pay attention to the soft noise in the background. 

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I am a rock. On the outside I have a rough surface with a neutral color that blends me into the pile full of other rocks. On the outside I am just like everyone else with nothing to differentiate from the rest. Although, on the inside I grow beautiful crystals. Get to know me, and my crystals will shine through. My crystals are shiny, glowing with different colors making me unique and angelic. Assumptions and judgments are formed from the outside, but take the time to learn that the inside holds the real truth and beauty of the person.

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I am a puppy which has been taken to its home for the first time.  Every time I look at a moving object, I want to bark.  I look at every new object and investigate what it is all about.  Snow is as familiar as an alien, and I race to test such out.  I always tend to be a scientist when I am outside or in a new environment.  I always have a vague familiarity of an object but am always keen on testing it out.  I yearn to learn about new things and test out anything I come across.  A couch is no such problem for me, as I will always try to tear it apart or to cuddle snuggly on top.

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I am crossing a 15 lane highway with a blindfold on. Every time that I think I get to the end, another lane is added. I can hear every car honking trying to warn me not to get too close but I am unable to take the blindfold off and see what is coming towards me. All the while, I am also thinking about tripping over rocks or other small obstacles. However, I cannot stop walking because I am being pushed by the fear of failing and my own ambition to do the best I can. Every step I take, I am worried about if anything bad will happen and I am nervous to take another.

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I am anxious. I am trapped in a broken elevator and have a constant fear that I will be trapped there forever. I know logically that the elevator will eventually be fixed, but that doesn't matter. I cannot convince myself that the elevator will ever be fixed. I will have to wait for the elevator doors to open while in a constant state of fear and nervousness.

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I am a turtle. I choose to hide in my shell and do whatever I want instead of walking around trying to find food, shelter, ect. I only come out when it suits me or when I am forced to. Even when I do peak out of the shell to roam around, I do not make progress quickly. I slowly trot along to get to where I need to be. And if one little thing comes up next to me and disturbs my progress, I will hide back in my shell again. I stay still once again because of the distractions all around me. Not very motivated to continue the journey because I know staying in my shell suits me more.

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I am like a diamond, hard to find at first, but worth it in the end. I make people feel content and feel like they are worth it. I am not fake, but a genuine diamond. Once you have me, make sure you don't lose me as it is hard to find another diamond that you know you can trust. I stay with you to the very end as I collect dirt and dust on your shelf.

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I am a charger. Constantly filling up others so they can be at 100%. Everyone relies on me. Even though I’m important, I’m easily forgotten. Maybe I’ll get a “dang it” or a shoulder shrug once they realize I’ve been forgotten, and then they’ll find a different charger to use. When I get tired and have nothing left to give, I am thoughtlessly replaced.

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Churning within me is a flock of birds, startled by the rustling of an unfamiliar environment. It creates a wave of discomfort, a streak of movement in a calm sky. Suddenly the sky is a storm, set in motion by
the slight change in temperature and mood. Sometimes, the storm is a blizzard, chaotic, ever-changing, full of uncertainty and self-questioning. My thoughts are blocked out by a white flurry of feelings. In the dead of a never-ending winter, I am a single goose, with nowhere to migrate to, yet I migrate anyway. Separated from my flock, I find ways to bear with the cold. Bothered by the blistering wind, I wish to evolve, perhaps into a distant cousin of the much more cold resistant(and cute) penguins. Alas, this is a whimsical wish, knowing full well the most secure path is to find a warm, safe haven away from the confining cold. When I inevitably exhaust my wings, I take shelter in a cave, warm and isolated, but not permanent. Eventually, the dugout I holed up in gives way to the pressure of the storm, collapsing in on itself, leaving me stranded once again. Sometimes this continues for hours, sometimes for days, never once has nature granted me resolve to evolve nor have I discovered the pleasant safe-haven of my dreams. The blizzard, however, is not ever-persistent. It fades away occasionally, and as my vision is granted back as the blurry specks of snow disappear, I am reunited with my flock. Even if only for a few minutes before the revival of the storm, I am comforted by the familiarity.

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I am a star in the sky, standing among other stars. I am unique, but I blend in with the rest. I am isolated from other stars, and people don’t see me because I don’t shine as bright as others. During the day I hide and nobody sees me, and in the still, quiet night is the time I choose to shine. The night when everyone is asleep and the only thing to see are the stars. I blend in, but I am still recognized by few.

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I am a penguin trying to fly. I see other birds flying, and by extension, I think I should be able to fly. I know it’s not possible, but I try anyway. I know that there are other viable options of travel, but I try anyway. I know that no other penguin can fly, but I try anyway. Until, at a certain point, I think “Why do I want to fly?” I know other birds can fly, but I cannot. So, I stopped trying to do the impossible.

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SIDE NOTE: I don't like my metaphor that much and I'll change it;;;; I am a butterfly. I search aimlessly throughout the beautiful world to find meaning. I started wandering the world when I was a meak caterpillar. I found simple happiness in my life, young and new. Then, I began to be enveloped by a cocoon. Full of excitement, uncertainty only began to set in when I was isolated and contemplating what I thought I was to be when it was all over. Would I have large wings with exquisite colors? Would my wings be small and dull? How would it be to see the world from above? However, in all the time I spent thinking, I never once thought of such a simple concept. I would not be able to see my own beauty. I emerged from my cocoon, and as exquisite and original as I was, I did not see my own beauty. I was blinded by the light of the day and the darkness of the night. How could a mere butterfly like myself make a difference? How was I supposed to be strong? I thought a lot about stopping. Taking a break and just giving up. But as I flew for miles, I kept thinking about how lost I felt. It was only then I found peace in the uncertainty and realized my true value, my will to fight.

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I am the moon, a dependable bright light shining in the night sky.  Through the darkness, fear and unknown of the night, I am a constant source of comfort.  I provide light in even the darkest of nights and never fail to be there when the sun sets.  Even when it is daylight and you cannot see me, and even through the rain, snow, and storms, I am always there, waiting to be called upon when night returns.  No matter how long it has been since you've seen me or how far you are, you can count on me to stand out among the many shining stars of the night.  Though the stars are often easily masked by clouds and seem to disappear at times, I am always visible, always there to guide you and offer support. In this sense, as the moon is counted on to provide light each time night falls, I can be depended upon to provide comfort, advice and support whenever you need it and never fail to be there for others in need.

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I am a brick wall that cannot be torn down. If I am demolished I will rebuild.

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I am ambitious. I am like a squirrel trying to reach for the acorn at the top of the tree. If I were a squirrel, I would never stop climbing. Reaching high is the best way to succeed. Even if I fail once, I will keep trying because I am determined to reach my acorn. My acorn symbolizes my successes. Once I have a hold of my acorn, I can look around at life and tell myself "I did it". But once that acorn is gone the climb to the next one begins. There are an endless amount of acorns and it is never impossible to reach them.

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I am a shield, that can take in so much damage but still be able to not hurt others.

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My desire to fulfill my ambitions is like a magnetic force. It is inevitable. When I see something I want, I will get it. I am a positive side of a magnet, and my goal is the negative. Without one another, we are incomplete. But once we find each other, there is an unavoidable force that pulls us together. Similarly, I will take the necessary steps to grasp hold of my goal, and I will have it.

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(I might change this) I am authentic. I am an iceberg floating in the vast blue ocean. Insignificant from afar, but there is a lot more than just meets the eye. Because beneath those frigid dark waters is the real iceberg- a huge chunk of ice, full of marine life and outlined by jagged edges. It is a piece of ice that has broken off from its glacier and is now slowly drifting away, trying to find its own path. By taking this first step and moving away from the world that it always knew, the iceberg plays a stronger role in its ecosystem than it could’ve as a part of the glacier. Now, penguins, polar bears, and seals all depend on this iceberg to sustain themselves. The iceberg isn’t as insignificant as it thought it was and has found its true role in the ecosystem, its authentic self.

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My life is a mission and the objective is to be the best version of myself

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Picture a tree swaying in the wind. As the wind blows through its leaves, the branches sway back and forth. Maybe it’s fall and some of the orange, red and yellow leaves fall to the ground. Maybe it’s winter and there are no leaves at all. Maybe it’s summer and the tree has all of its leaves and it's in perfect condition. But, maybe there’s a hurricane and the tree flows too much and snaps and falls over. Did you know that trees' branches and leaves grow in the direction the wind is usually blowing? Sometimes I feel like that tree. I can flow with the wind no matter what’s thrown at me. My leaves might fall at times, but they always grow back. But, sometimes I flow too much, and my trunk snaps and I fall to the ground. As you see, sometimes it's good to be able to flow with the wind, but there are some times when you have to not flow with the wind, and you have to be able to stand your ground, or else your trunk will snap.

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I feel like a tree,
ever growing, ever standing still.
Trees come in clusters, trees come in pairs. If I were a tree I'd stand alone. There is no certain way to which a tree can grow. growing at a unique pace remaining planted in place, I wish I grew with other trees who shared the same last name. A goal driven, self-focused, lonely,  tree forced into independence. But the trees will always grow if planted in a nutrient rich, sunny home.

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like a plant competing for its resources it needs to live. It anxiously grows to get light, water, and more. However if it stops it will slowly lose its needs and becomes nothing. It will fall behind like it never started. This plant competes against other plants around him to reach the top of the canopy for the most light. This light is what it needs to survive therefore if given up on it will feel hopeless. The plant might fall behind sometimes but it always finds a way to get back up.
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I am stressed, I am a tethered rope grasping onto a boat holding it to the port.  As the waves become larger and more violent the rope tightens and strains.  I cannot break, because if I do I'll lose everything I have, my boat.  It is my mission to keep my boat safe and secure, no matter how stressed I am.  No matter how large the waves are I will not let go.  Forever stressed, until the storm is over, until I can let go and be free.