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Apr 2016
How ironic that the expectations they stack upon us only weigh us down,
like sacks of rocks upon our shoulders;
but we stand tall and refuse to be crushed underfoot—
These burdens will be our boulder.

Breathe in deep, remember this:
We are human beings;
even the first of our kind were at once evolving—
we were made for dreaming.
don't let 'em get to you, kids
Jules
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Jules  17/F/PH
(17/F/PH)   
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   Eiram N, Cecil Miller and Amrita
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