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What a life

Year in and year out things feel rocky and inconsistent

But, if things are consistenly inconsistent, is it really inconsistency?

Hours cut at work and homework piling up at school

Too much work for such a young body and young mind

Life detoriorating in front of my eyes and in my body

So much pain and hurt in my soul that needs to be released

A pen and paper takes it all away

Words flow onto the paper and feelings begin to pour out 

A burden of hurt lifts off my chest and I can breathe again

In such a cold world of deception and betrayal, I can survive

Day by day, My strength grows and I become more dangerous than before

I will survive

I will thrive

I will become what I am destined to be

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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