Not Just A Dream

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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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