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Are we all not burning? In the fire of reasoning. I wake up to prepare for a regular day, And even then i found myself drowning, In the thoughts of dismay. I looked at myself in the mirror so blur,
‘Why do you care so much?’ asked the boy with a Pepsi clasped in his hands, which was previously deemed lesser to Coke in a strange conversation at eleven thirty-two
Dear America, When I was in fifth grade, I dreamed of growing up to be president. Fifth grader me thought I could do it because I was smart and confident and amazing
I don’t think you can disappoint me, At least not easily. *sigh* I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone Who believes that every hope is a gun.
Who am I? My name is Seraiah Jean Cook But what does that mean? I'm more than a name I'm just a girl in this world trying to be sane My life hasn't been the best
I Am A Shooting Star Once You See Me I Amaze You But By Time You See Me, Im Already Gone My Existence Has Already Been No Longer Dead To The Outside, But Alive In Your Mind
To be recognized One must have something to be recognized forAnd I, Well, I have nothingI have the world to walk uponBut it is not mine