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Apr 2015
There is no stop
There is no yield
Red means nothing to me
The fat lady does not sing until my last breath
They use to push me down
Point their scornful glares towards me
I laugh
They thought I was like glass and tried to shatter me
You only made me stronger
Sure I was coal back then
But thanks to you I'm a diomond
Shining brighter than you
I'm still running
Running for the Zenith of a mountain I call my life
There will always be obstacles in the way
But thanks to you I'm use to it
I do not fear the unknown anymore
I invite it
Come forward and show me what you got
I will not stop
I will not yield
Green is the only thing that means anything to mean
As a kid in Gunnison Community School (Elementary) I was bullied a lot. Students and teachers found interesting ways to put me down. To make me feel little. They called me names. Through their punches and chucked their rocks. But thanks to them I'm a stronger person. They live miserable lives because they took things for granted, but I live a happier live I strive to keep going through and accomplish my goals one by one.
Zac Hill
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Zac Hill  Colorado
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