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The world keeps turning and turning. All we can do as people, as living organisms, is go along with the turning world, and just ride the waves. I needed the world to stop turning, a long time ago. But I knew that the world wasn't going to stop turning just because I wanted it to. That's not how the world works. So, instead of just waiting around for the world to stop turning, I started turning myself around as well

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I thought I wasn't ready to move on with my life. Actually, what had happened was, ahaha, I was just scared of having to lose important people and moments. I'm ready now though. A friend.......or I should say a......close person? I don't really know what he is rn, but he made me realize that I couldn't keep everything I had. Everything is moving along. We each found each other again, but were not the same as before. I just wish I had the courage to tell myself before, that everything and everyone moves on with life. And it was time to start living mine. For once, I was okay. For once in a long, long time, I was happy where I was. I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not calm, I'm not crazy (actually I am, like, a lot), I'm not eager, I'm not excited. I'm not even completely happy. Not yet. But I will be. Eventually. I'm okay. Just okay. All I needed was thought. And all I needed were the people around me. Now, I'm ready. Ready to find myself again.

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When I was little, I never cared that others would think I was weird or different. I never thought that way about others either, just saw everyone as a boy or girl, but as I grew older, there was always more and more insults that followed me, and it made me feel bad about myself. Insecure. But then, my father explained to me no one is perfect. It's different when someone else tells you "No one is perfect" rather when you say it to yourself. It just brings this different connection. Some people act like they're ok, hiding behind a mask full of tears and sadness. They're scared of what you may think of them. I was like that for a while, but eventually realized that time and life is moving on, wether I liked it or not, and I best move on. If you're dealing with the same thing, talk to someone or do something to help. We all have to move on eventually.

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-Johnathan Z

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My family is separated now. My dad is gone. And it hurts really bad. I can't stop crying. I know this is a little too much, but I need help. I don't know what I'm going to do. But today I woke up, and it hit me that my dad wasn't there. He's never coming back. At the same time, I hate him for what he did. I hate him. But I feel like ripping my heart out now. I'm stuck in this dark place, and I need help.

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When I think of Jpl, I think of NASA JPL really good place to work at if your astonished by

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Good morning to the world, good morning to all. Today is a day of new beginnings. It's Wednesday. We have a lot of work to do today, and I'm happy to say that us humans are going to live another happy 24 hours. If your sad right now, just hold a smile on your face. That'll make us all feel better. GOOOOOOOODDD MORNING EARTHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

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When our computer clocks say 11:40, we breathe out a sigh of relief. And then we start homework :') Sad vibes.

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Do you ever just feel like, blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Do you ever feel like, maybe I'm going to take a nap for eternity. Do you ever feel like that? If you do, just take a nap. When you wake up, I'll be asleep too. But instead of staying asleep, I'll wake up, and smell the nature.

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When I think of Trump he makes me frown then it turns
upside down
cause when he's in trouble
I start to chuckle
But now he's impeached
which makes me think
"he has no trust in me" Then "How much he discusts me"

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When I think of dreams I think of moods  When I think of things of think of *ching* which is the sound of money
-Le'Lianna :)

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-tyus

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this dude bellow me literally rapped about monday

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Monday's get me pumped but then it's a dump once you see me here  I go over there and shed a tear
- Le'Lianna hehe
ye dude

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You might hate Monday, and I do to don't get me wrong but um, did you know Monday is the, the beginning of a NEW week.  New, just saying that makes me releived.  So whenever it's Monday and you just wanna punch yourself, just think, today is a new beginning.
-Tyus Blanco

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Don't you feel like you just want to dfhkdjansmdbujgrudqvfhkksbeez

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When someone told me, in frustration, that I wasn't perfect, and that I was in fact, so far from being normal that I couldn't even begin to understand normal things, all I thought was, "Yeah, I know that". Because it was true. I knew that I wasn't perfect, and that person wasn't either. Nobody is perfect. This took me some time to realize. Even now, I still don't know if being not perfect is okay, but other days I feel perfectly fine being not perfect. Simply because I'm a human being. Us, as human beings, are not perfect, and that's okay. None of us have reached perfection, and we never will, simply because were only human.

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If your going to say good morning, at least say it correctly. Say good morning with pride to your planet, rather then with anger at pollution, or anger at the endless amount of trash on the ground. Say good morning with feeling, and if you feel the good morning echo in the depths of your soul, then your doing it right.

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are we wasting money on space? No! its like telling people back in the day why are we focusing on geography when we have trouble finding resources and need food thats like today with why are we focusing on space when we have enough problemws on earth you see space is like earth i believe could be round or unlimited space could be its own planet i know crazy theory but we can go explore diffrent parts of the world 

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are we wasting money on space? No! its like telling people back in the day why are we focusing on geography when we have trouble finding resources and need food thats like today with why are we focusing on space when we have enough problemws on earth you see space is like earth i believe could be round or unlimited space could be its own planet i know crazy theory but we can go explore diffrent parts of the world 

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HEY GUYS I JUST BOUGHT POLAND AND BURT IT TO THE GROUND

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HEY GUYS I JUST BOUGHT POLAND AND BURT IT TO THE GROUND

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When I think of Friday, I think "hooray."  Friday is iconic in schools because students think of it as; as a break.  I think of it as the same but with a twist.  When Friday comes rolling around, I, I get happy, like everything bad goes away, and everything is just bright.  Friday is always fun.  When I was uh, smaller, we used to have this thing in school, that every Friday would be called Fun Friday, and we would, we'd get our chromebooks, and watch videos, play games and just have fun.  We would also do similar things on the last day of school but we would bring snacks, and chips, and board games and electronics and watch a movie or two.  "Friday is iconic" I said but have you ever thought of Monday.
-Tyus Blanco

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There was this point in time, when covid wasn't around, that I felt so........so hopelessly lost. For no particular reason. I was in school. Just regular, old fashioned school. And I remember thinking, "What am I even doing here?". I remember, that after that one thought in my brain was thought, I started crying. In school. My best friend asked me at least 5 times why I was crying. And I told her that I was crying because I thought of something scary. She misunderstood it for sadness, or exhaustion. She asked me if I had slept the day before, and I was very adamant about proving my point to her, because in fact, I wasn't crying because I was sad, or because I was tired, but because I felt confused. My mind didn't know how to process that question, and so I shutdown. Even thinking about the question was so mind rattling. And to this day, I still don't know exactly why I reacted the way I did, but I do know that I'll find the answer later on. Maybe I'm not meant to find the answer yet.

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There's this movie called Horton Hears a Who. It pretty much revolves around this speck, or I should say planet, that Horton protects throughout the movie. I'm bringing this up because I had this crazy theory. What if we lived on a speck, which was just one tiny speck, among a billion other specks? Actually, that pretty much represents our universe as of now. Okay well I'm refocusing my attention towards a different matter. What if we had different versions of ourselves? On the far planets that we haven't discovered, there could be different us, as people. I could have an animal version of me. I could be a blob for all I know.

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I hate liars. I've hated liars for a long, long time. I used to lie so much. If I didn't like the outcome of something I did wrong, I would lie. I think that the reason I hate liars now, is because I used to be one. I hate the liar that I was before. I think now I see why I lied the way I did. I was so hard headed, and I was too stupid to see that the consequences of lying would catch up with me. Even now, I don't know if what I'm doing is called the truth. But I'm getting there. I try my best to do what's needed. I find it really hard to let go of my past, and just let my future guide me. It's so hard to focus on now. I can't find it anywhere in my life existence to tell myself that it's okay. Because, sometimes, it's not okay. And I can't even deal with that.

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I find it so funny how huge the universe is. Our world is huge, and we are tiny specks in our world. And then comes the entire universe. Our galaxy is literally a tiny speck in the whole universe. There's millions of other galaxies out there. What if our universe was infinite? I believe that our universe is infinite. It's almost like were nothing. Were so tiny that we might as well be nothing. Just, dust particles I guess. I find it so mind breaking that we are pretty much nothing. Non-existent. Germs in the ever expanding universe.

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I think I've always had this problem with other people. I'm friendly, but my mind can't help but judge others and get irritated easily. I am a very easily irritated person. Once I get irritated with something, I feel that way towards everything, and it doesn't matter whether there are goods sides or bad sides, because either way I'm going to be irritated at both, and my irritation usually lasts about 10 minutes. Then I just go back to being me. The regular me gets irritated too.