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The Lie


Wealth and beauty and happiness Hard work, equality, pride used to get ahead The American Dream is a wind guiding us to the perfect life, I guess "Never give up.", they said; "You can do it.", they said. Although seemingly great and pleasing and sweet, It's a sham, a fake, a death trap in disguise that causes you to be misled. The Dream is like a monster eating away at your insides and spitting them out on the street. "Never give up.", they said; "You can do it.", they said. My Dream is untouchable and impossible and unreachable. When I couldn't reach, it hurt, I cried, I almost died. When I couldn't reach, the pain was like a dagger in thw heart, unimaginable. "Never give up.", they said; "You can do it.", they said. They lied.
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