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Mar 2013
They told me I had to go to college,
Get a job,
Start a family.
But I wanted to be the ocean when I grew up.
Or even just a wave.
And again they told me to be realistic.
But if I cant be the ocean, then why am I seventy-five percent liquid,
And why do I leak salt water when I am sad?
Rachel Hannah
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Rachel Hannah  California
(California)   
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