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Aug 2013
Why do you teach me of wonderful things and then place me in a box ?

Why do you see my dreams and ****** them away?

Why do you see my imagination and tell me to quiet it?

Why do you tell me I should not believe in that which I cannot see?

What is so wrong with belief in beautiful things?

What is wrong about wanting them to be true?

I do not understand the thinking of this world.
Written by
Destiny Hendrick
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