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One of these days we can get out of here. 
Dear regret,   You are the keeper of every Disappointment in my life, Of all the times I wish that I Had stopped to think first and
I find it Fascinating The tiny Futures we Envision With one Another Despite Knowing in
An aftertnoon stroll has me walking by houses,   with doors that let me back   into realities I used to know. Run down homes with doors whose    screens are coming off the hinges, with doors that
I thought I had it figured outThat I had my life on trackThought I knew where I was goingBut alas my path was derailed fastWithout a way of me knowingWhich way my life was suppose to now be going.  
I have reached a point in my life where I wake up most days feeling somewhere between “okay” and so goddamn happy That I feel like a kid climbing a tree who has just reached a branch
As junior year drew very near, I wondered what would come of this next year. Would I get into the college of my dreams? Would it be as difficult as it seemed?   I feared for my future, so delicate and frail
Why must I get upTo face the dayAnd add to the troublesTrying to fade away In this life I have built,What is there for meI've nothing to cherishBut pain and agony
Hi there. It's me, your father/mentor/master-plumber/older-self. If it's all right with you, I'd like to drop some knowledge on your head. At the time of writing this I'm 18 years old.
the feeling of a dream being broken realizing that the wildest and fondest conjurings of your brain will never come to fruition    being trapped in a well 
Where does your alliance lie?Will you pledge alliegance or will you defy as I?The rebellion, hellion, deviant manical child,not willing to be spied on riding a spider wild,
Who am I? I am  Chris Reyna What are you? I am a Senior
Do or die, fail or try;either way, you don’t have a choiceunless you want to live life with a voicesilenced by others who would rather live in fearthan open up their minds and hearts to hear
Exploration of the world from east to west To educate those who have so much less. To expand the mind of others but what  of his? Seeing what his future has to hide beyond the horizon line.
With a push and a shove, the ripple and splash Being ripped from the womb like ‘Blast from the Past’ That split second I’m flying oh-so-high But more of a fly than a bird soaring the sky
Dad
He hurt me daddy
Three little girls, not a care in the world...
Have you ever looked around and realized how far down hill we've gone? Have you realized how all or nothing life or death my life has become? I have one chance to make it.
When they ask how? and why? I can simply open my mind, show them the way I see the world The way I view and what I love How the shadows reflect and things creep My love of the world and people
It is easy To look into the past And see the path You have taken   It is easy To see the distance travelled And the time spent Like reading a novel   It is easy
There are three kinds of people in this world: dwellers, thinkers, and ponderers I am a ponderer I am Future Boy They say my thoughts are wild Profuse and never ending
I was tossing matches in the night. I wasn't exspecting one to catch.
Nobody knows what lies ahead. Nobody knows who will pass the test. Nobody knows where they will end up. They can only hope that they don't mess up. Everyone wants to roll the dice,
Dreams Dreams are like the seasons, Bitter and hostile Sweet and endearing Nostalgic and repressed  
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