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sonnet

Remember I hoped

by muizz (Mark)

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Now in desk to where so ever you dwell If it's not the height you sought to climb I hope you are well And that your heights has not robbed you of the divine Tell me you haven't wish to start earlier That these words still hurt you That you are not stopped by nostalgia That days have been better too This word i mention are but limited to one reply So remember me who dreamed about Hollywood And if lights are confined by electricity we still comply That in darkness if we can see we still say we are good I hope you make my dreams true and enjoy this morning coffee From the quiet corners I wrote to thee
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Im a seventeen year old who had a passion for writing since the 4th grade I thought it was going to take me somewhere seeing that I was the only boy who couldn't play sports who was born with a soft soft voice and remains misunderstood I have spent my childhood trying to escape every comer of it yet still I have gotten nowhere I still have big dream like making children's dream come true and going to America

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