𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏
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Going to High School meant early awakenings,
When the continued moonlight stripped tears from my eyes,
Seeping into the cracks of my living space,
Corrupting me as I press forth past my borders,
To and fro the school corridors I walked,
And those tears returned to me;
Going to High School meant my mental state,
Could drift from soft candlelight to dim, restless nights,
Grinding teeth against sour-puckering candy,
A hoard of pressure meddling over my mood,
Where frustration overwhelmed and consumed me,
Unconsciously draining me as the morning hours approached;
To be a part of High School meant hopeful opportunity,
Working long hours of the day,
Pouring over thick textbooks and skimming through fresh paper,
As two great, piercing eyes beamed down,
Forever observing and analyzing,
Collecting, seeing--slowly, but surely--who I was;
Going to High School meant inclusion,
Across distant plains of lushness,
A forest of undivided equality,
Where life within its interior is vast,
And people of all cultures came together;
Being a part of High School meant
My horizons could be expanded,
Swirling skies of serenity exposed me to new ways,
The ways of interacting, a means of being sociable;
Going to High School meant interaction,
A longing, belonging, to blend in with the crowds,
To meet new people, befriend fellow classmates,
To cherish individuals until their duration with me rotted,
To learn from their mistakes and to forge my own,
Forever bonding atoms in dense compartments;
Going to High School was an experience,
Through stress and perseverance,
A guide in achieving personal success.
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Lines In The Sand
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