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“The Willow” Christopher Joseph   When rain cascaded, and the earth wore a veil of its tears, You were there to shield me, oh Willow.
Little dots are all connected, all around the world, How come that from all those stars, Only some shine more and more? I can't see the stars, my view's polluted, Only the brighter ones,
    Soft Skin       Our nation's youth are fragile. They are formed by cracks on cracks on crevices,
We all get screwed up in the end.  Life screws us up. We all face our own battles. Wage our own wars.  Concur our own enemies.  And fall down at our own turns.
I'm a 17 year old girl from Brooklyn. When I tell people that I don't say it with a smile. Instead I frown. I look down at the ground that I walk on everyday in Brooklyn I fear for my generation
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