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 Jul 2 CE Uptain
Dency
I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.
 Jul 2 CE Uptain
Brooklyn
If dreams were real I’d fly away.
I’d live in a place where monsters stayed at bay.
Our lives only controlled by our will and words.
There’d be no ruler we’d live like a herd.
We stay together, and leave no one behind.

No fights, no war.
No hatred, no discrimination.
No bullying, no torture.
Just us and our freedom.

So if dreams were real I’d sure not be here,
because our world is filled with monsters that are held dear.
We have no control, and instead live in fear.
Were controlled and taken, we care for no one but ourselves

Lurking in every corner of our would is satan.
Ready to spring at all times is temptation.
We need to be ready to fly away to our imaginations,
so this place can’t keep a hold on us, or our creations.

So go, and go now.
Try to find anywhere, but this world with no dreams.
So, good luck to you, and good luck to me.
 Jul 2 CE Uptain
Karen
In the fold of night
Whispered dreams upon the stars
Gently guide my heart
To start living,
you have to shake off the dust of yesterday
and refuse to let it define you.
We are not our failures, we are not our mistakes.
We are not our incomplete sentences or lost words.
We are our future,
shining bright.

-Rhia Clay
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