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 Oct 2013 Ela Seliciu
Leielani E
My chest feels hollow
My mind is racing
My head pounding
My feet tapping
I look around me
I see the smiles and laughter
Given between friends
I see the invisible bonds
They've created for themselves.

I'm tired of feeling alone
Of feeling by myself
Struggling silently
I'm tired of being the quiet warrior
I want to be the person
With real, true friends
Friends that I know will always be there for me
That I know will accept me for who I am.

I'm tired of keeping to myself
I'm sick of putting on a brave face
And most of all,
I'm tired of feeling less than
I'm more than what I seem to be
I'm more than what others think of me.

I can be outgoing
I can be social
I can make friends
I just don't know how to fit in anymore
I don't know how to adjust.

I see how "He" must have felt
A long time ago
I didn't understand because
At the time, I had "friends"
Now...
I just want to say,
"I'm sorry."
 Oct 2013 Ela Seliciu
Kristi D
Love, the real kind, is never simple.
It is the one thing that makes life worth it in the end,
and something that wonderful and sought-after is never going to be easy to get.
You have to work for it.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
So if it’s easy, yeah maybe you won’t get broken.
But you won’t be truly happy, either.
You’ll be settling.
Don’t get me wrong,
There are lots of things in life that are totally acceptable to settle on.
Sure, Harvard was your dream school.
But you know what?
Going to your state school because its more affordable
Will still get you where you want to be in life.
And I know the hairdresser couldn't match the color you showed her,
But you are beautiful and can rock it anyway, so don’t worry.
But love?
Settling in love is like buying a pair of shoes that are a size too small,
Just because you thought they were pretty.
They may look nice,
But you are dying on the inside. I
f you had just held out a bit longer,
You would have found a pair just as beautiful that fit well, too.
Maybe that nice guy looks good on paper,
But if he doesn’t give you butterflies whenever he looks at you,
Don’t be with him.
You want someone who makes you fall for them every day,
Not just once.

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