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Wind rushes by, Nary a cloud in the sky, I’m going home.   Day’s been long, But I love this song, I’m going home.   An hour or so, Just part of the flow, I’m going home.
Every morning was the same routine but this year I was certain it  would be different. Waking up to go to school is not the same as it was last year.
The steering wheel's fabric feels warm against the skin of my forehead slick, sweaty. Outside the chill threatens to freeze the ruby lakes of my bloodstream, it rages a war against the heat that has consumed my body.
Someone may ask What uplifts you You may say something obvious Summer, friends, food, family, your significant other But rarely will a person ever answer, life
Am I the movies I watch?Am I the books I read?Am I the classes I take?Am I the feelings I feel?Am I the food I eat or the drinks I drink?Am I the air I breathe?Am I the skin I live in?
EMBRACE LIFE Everything Happens for a reason You can go through bad things or Good things If you go through bad things Just Embrace it If you go through Good things
Though your pain, can last a while Sometimes, you just fake a smile. Doing things you shouldn’t, And you originally wouldn’t.
“Can I please have a ride?” It’s a simple enough question. But laced with barbed wire. A huge favor to me A way for me to work But an inconvenience to you. A chore
  Could I but soar unbounded  As does the great Eagle Bald And reach immeasurable heights And No one has called    And tease all Day with my offspring And feast as I may
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