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Other kids my age
Fill the empty
With nicotine
And alcohol
With acid trips
And overdose
But I
Write poems
And over indulge
In soda
I let myself feel
And plan my future
Around love
Because drugs don't work
When you get high off paint fumes
And unfinished art
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I am a vision of tomorrow
And my words speak of yesterday
I cry tears of the future
That you put in front of us
And you shame me
For trying to fix
The world you broke to begin with
-I guess we stay broken
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My work
Is the product
Of the participation trophies
You gave me
For doing the bare minimum
-You taught me how to do the least work
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YOU ARE READING
Not Just A Dream
Poetrystupid poetry that means the world to me but will never become anything more than a dream