This one is a bit strange. I was thinking about the overall idea in school (as always) and it didn't really start writing it until I got home.

Anyway, this is inspired by the guy I like. He sits next to me in Art now..... (Thanks, Mrs. Sunderlin) And I'm scared about it. I wrote him a letter and that was a few weeks ago and I'm scared now because what if he recognizes my handwriting and holy shit he's RIGHT NEXT TO ME and what the fuck am I supposed to do.

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Hope.

It's a strange thing.

It can grip you,

Keep you down and

Give you something

To live for.

It can be the only thing

That keeps moving

You forward in life, the

Hope

Of something better,

Greater,

Happiness.

Maybe a job you want

Maybe an achievement

You want to be fulfilled

In the Guinness Book.

Either way,

Hope

Is something

That brings people

D

O

W

N

D

O

W

N

D

O

W

N

Or lift them

P

U

P

U

P

U

And we can learn from

Hope,

The way it can

Crush our hearts

The way it can

Keep us going

Keep us full

Keep us healthy

Keep us alive.

And lift us until

We're high

Above the sky

And dreaming of

So many things that

We can do

Even in our youth

Even while we're

Considered too young.

Hope.

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Question: should I submit this to The Dragon's Quill (my school's literary magazine) or should I submit my next one (which will hopefully be up soon)?

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-Kat

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