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Please God, don’t let me get trapped in a judgmental world
Full of people ready to stab someone else’s back,
Where everything is a smoky, unclear room.
And you don’t know which direction to turn
Where it is full of chewed and used up pencils,
In a world where the stress of homework takes over the whole night.
I want to live in a world where people are allowed to be themselves
Where everyone is their own stereo
Blasting out their originality,
Where nothing is less than extraordinary,
And nothing can bring me down from the moment when I feel on top of the world.
I want to
Speak,
See,
Soar,
As if nothing is impossible.
Let me touch the stars and never let go.





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