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March 30, 2010
By MarandisM BRONZE, Okolona, Mississippi
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MarandisM BRONZE, Okolona, Mississippi
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The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”

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Sometimes the world pushes me aside and whisper cruel words in my ear, sometimes things go wrong and im left all alone defending for what is mine.
Respect, happiness, peace, joy, and life. I desrve a chance to life, to love and to be loved. I deserve every bit of happiness, every once of joy i deserve it, I demand it, I search for it and i will get it.

© Jodi H., Marblehead, MA

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I don't know how many people will like this or even love it, but i wrote this to save myyself or save someone else, cause in reality we all desrve joy, happiness, and love!!!!!!
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