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My World

My friends stare widely,
My family stares happily,
My animals stare blankly,
Strangers stare curiously,
While my teachers stare hopefully,
They stare at my world,
All with different views,
And dreams,
They stare at my fate,
All hoping secretly.
For a great end,
But all I can see,
For each little stare,
Is nothing but jealously,
Coming from those stares.

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