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      <title>Coffee house #2 by Zoe Wilson</title>
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      <description>Made with whimsy</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-04-27 16:34:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Before I knew better.</title>
         <author>wilsonzo</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I walked the golden streets, my mind only filled with contentment and satisfaction for another day well done. I’d wave you goodbye knowing that tomorrow I’d see you again. The only concerns that filled my mind were how dirty my shoes were and that my mom wouldn’t allow me to stay up past 10 o'clock. I’d walk past the negativity in the world as I didn’t understand what was truly there beyond what only my eyes allowed me to see, what only my brain believed was good. I watched my mom struggle but I didn’t understand why I couldn’t get a new toy or why we had to move. I couldn’t comprehend why she hated my dad when she was supposed to love him. As I thought I understood what love was supposed to look like. Like that picture-perfect family, that could be only been seen as happy and carefree. And as the blurred became more focused, all the things I wanted to understand were just things I wish I could forget. Why must people pass away, I wondered. And why does God take away kids younger than myself when I’m only 9 years old. Who could do something so cruel? The idea of death to a young mind was terrifying. Why is the world the way it is, and why must I be so afraid when before I was so excited to start another day. Why do I have to look this way when other girls look prettier and why doesn’t he like me, the way he likes her? Everything that was so bright was now blending together and what was left wasn’t all white but a dull color of what really represented the world around me, and no longer could I see it differently. Childhood is innocence and being navie and gullible. Growing up is taking what is true in, even if it crushes you. Never did I want to accept this worlds reality.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-27 16:36:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hidden beneath </title>
         <author>wilsonzo</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Crafted since reality stuck , put together precisely with delicate hands while they stare down upon you. Your mask, your fake identity, key to survival in the real world. Without it, society will rip you apart, your raw skin torn until nothing but bone; your shell destroyed. Any valid ounce of your self worth is within these pieces, this powerful hidden definition of “you”. You ask too many questions in Sunday school , and look where that gets you. Sometimes you hold your breath for too long to remind yourself what you stand to lose. You go through life pleasing others, while pleasure to you is a term you cannot define. Safety and security is the priority to your life, take the path <em>most</em> traveled on you say. And someday, when beacons collide, not a coincidence but prophecy, you’ll find out this is not a way to live. Not to hide in the dark silhouettes of those who will only judge you out of mere jealously that for once someone, you, can embrace what is truly in that head of yours. Being that endearing person is exhausting, and for what? To have the judgmental, high-maintenance, churlish people around you to finally accept you? Accept that mask; a mask that fits society’s expectations, a mask that represents a sliver of who you really are. You're left exhausted for constantly battling to be accepted. This mask is no longer worth your time.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-27 16:42:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Me from you</title>
         <author>wilsonzo</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div>How does it feel to feel nothing at all;</div><div>anger with gloom hidden beyond apparent.</div><div>Temporary emotions are built tall</div><div>only to later go through impairment.</div><div>You made me feel like I was in a dream,</div><div>a fantasy in my own little world.</div><div>But you were devious and formed a scheme </div><div>and now you left me in an underworld. </div><div>You were my path, my ideal companion,</div><div>my time with you left me on a happy high</div><div>but now I am alone, left abandon.</div><div>My emotions are wore, all you did was lie.</div><div>I’ll miss those eyes, that way you looked at me,</div><div>I am currently happy to say I am free.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-05-04 16:15:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Stuck in poverty (in English and Spanish)</title>
         <author>wilsonzo</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div>Little child,</div><div>You live in a world of crime.</div><div>Drugs are outside your door and</div><div>food is out of sight.</div><div>Little child,</div><div>your mind wants to learn</div><div>but your country holds you back.</div><div>You want to be successful little one,</div><div>but its hard in a world like this.</div><div>Little child,</div><div>why must location determine your lifestyle?</div><div>You want better but better is a dream.</div><div>Little child,</div><div>be strong.<br><br></div><div>Niño pequeño,</div><div>Vives en un mundo de crimen.</div><div>Las <strong>drogas</strong> están <strong>fuera de su puerta </strong>y</div><div>comida es<strong> fuera de la vista</strong></div><div>Niño pequeño,</div><div>tu<strong> mente </strong>quiere aprender</div><div>pero su país te mantiene de nuevo.</div><div>Quieres tener <strong>éxito </strong>como una,</div><div>pero su duro en un mundo como este.</div><div>Niño pequeño,</div><div>¿Por qué su ubicación determinar su estilo de vida?</div><div>Quieres mejor, pero mejor es un sueño.</div><div>Niño pequeño,</div><div>Sé fuerte.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-05-16 16:41:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bye.</title>
         <author>wilsonzo</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/wilsonzo/knwvfuvdf367/wish/261447405</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>All my life i've wondered. I've wondered how people by the oceans live, the fact the suns shine brights while tide rolls beneath their feet, so peaceful. I've wondered how looking out your window to see snowy mountains everyday felt, how everyday the view is picture-worthy. I've wondered how it was to live in nature, so much to the point it consumes your life but you're completely fine with that. I get tired of these cracked roads, of the cornfields and knowing every face, every face knowing me. I'm bored of this place, and its extremely boring ways. How does an Ohio, middle-classed family, girl with average grades make it out of here? How can I possibly pursue this fantasy of a lifestyle? I feel trapped here, just like my family was and is for generations. I want to be the one who changes, who leaves and doesn't come back. Destiny, take my pity, turn it to luck, and give me that one-way ticket to change, to this dream of mine. If only it was that easy.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-05-17 03:35:49 UTC</pubDate>
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