discouragement

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Dear Aunt Cathy, this was my day It started in an unusual way   My alarm rang, it screamed and it blared  Nobody else in my family cared   It was my own job to shut off that thing
Someone once told me My life wasn’t worth living That in the end I will be so lonely Asking for help or begging my homies   Dancing away my stress Singing my heart Acting as if
Hello! I am the narrator, and this, is my story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Her name was May.
Have you ever seen a Flower A Single Blooms every Hour But when comes the shower They fight Instead of soaring up like a kite They became a revolting sight  Lowering themselves without delight
I wish I could eat my pen. And the ink inside it, and all the paper in my notebooks, And all the books I've written tens of thousands of times Over and over again in hopes of becoming perfection.
When the canvas is done,  My heart has won  All the paint consumes me,  Can they just let me be  Wishing to follow my own path, But they want me to pursue in math I know I carry potential,
Deep in the mass of mystical thoughts,
You,  who stand there and look me in the eye.  You dare say I, 
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