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winner of league of litterateurs '23
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we're all made of stars.
but what happens when one of the stars, dies?
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when we're born, we're just a child full...
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And sometimes I feel like running away, From these moulds of perfection they want me to fit, to keep on display. I just want to take his hand in mine, So that we can both have our futures redesigned.
I picture us in a red convertible, The roofs pulled back, as we go unsearchable. My hair unravels as the wind blows over, And we leave a society, wanting to bind us, in an enclosure.
Oh, but the sirens are closing in, And I'm about to wake up from the dream, I spin. Nonetheless, praying for luck to be on our side, So that we can slip away like Bonnie and Clyde.
With God's grace, we are sitting by the beach at sunset, And he stares out at the sea while I'm anticipating an onset. But once his lips, slightly brush mine, All my worries evaporate and I feel, we have more time.
Suddenly I wake up, on my bed's soft mattress, In a world brimming, with never-ending madness. And as I dress myself to proceed for the morning tea, I catch a glimpse of a girl in the mirror who isn't me.
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behind the curtains, we're all secretly craving, for an escape from the great expectations of our "society".
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