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I remember my first day Couple of weeks into the new year The day I first walked in.   Lil' shy heavy duty just joined a new community Recently released from the medical facility
Music is power. Music is inspiration. It inspires me.  
My heart beats faster and faster My legs shake and burn more with every running step How long have I been running? I can't remember. Its been so long,
You can not climb a mountain without slipping on a few rocks You can not  drive on a road without hitting a few bumps You can not survive highshool without knowing what to do  
Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic style My english teacher ordered that we all write a poem from the heart
Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic way My english teacher ordered we all write a poem from the heart
Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic way My english teacher ordered we all write a poem from the heart
Chalk dust Flakes from my fingers to my eyes, As I rub the to-dos into lashes And stare at the checkboxes for yesterday
Dear College Freshman,  
Dear Class of 2018, High School is supposed to be the best years of your life. I hope that’s not true.
Our horizons are forever Only dimmed by words like never The bright light stretches on Unseen, but not gone   A light to chase til the end No matter the way you have to twist or bend
Dear High School,   Here's to all the memories made , To all the rules broken, To all the laughs, To the friends who became family   Here's to the Best Dressed, The Class Clown,
To the insecurities lurking silently in the deepest and darkest niches of my mind,   You work silently, slowly chipping away at my confidence like a woodpecker.
Dear College,   It's funny how a choice, Made at such a young age, Is able to show the voice, Of who we will become.    Just think- where we go, who we will be be, how we end up,
Dear Ex-best friend, While it has been months since we last spoke and an infinite amount left until we will speak again, it is time to get this off my chest.
Dear Me,   Four years have gone by in the blink of an eye You're taller, bolder, older You've found a sense of self.   But have you?   Times are everchanging. 
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