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Sep 30
Just like a flea I’ve been taught not to jump higher then the limit that was set for me,
That to live is to be realistic,
So as I get closer older,
I discard those dreams,
Allowing them to slip uselessly through my fingers.
And when I have kids,
The cycle will continue,
I will teach them how to live,
So that their heads won’t hit the top of the lid.
Written by
Sofia  18/F/Australia
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