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i don't think i've shown this to you before but today i think i will you see, i don't tell people about this not often at least or not at all not since the day my mother laughed at me not since the day my father jeered with contempt in the curl of his lip not since the day my friends waved me off as delusional it's a little tattered and a little tarnished i really wish that it could've looked a lot nicer for you to see the shine is kind of gone but it's still really precious to me i think i'll come with you no, wait- you should go alone i'll wait for you out here and i hope that you'll be kind you'll see in the corner there is a dusty box it really isn't much and you'll have to brush cobwebs off and when the box is clean like when each day shone anew maybe you'll even get to see the lines of ambition that carved hope into my box of dreams
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
in the corner there is a dusty box
i don't think i've shown this to you before but today i think i will you see, i don't tell people about this not often at least or not at all not since the day my mother laughed at me not since the day my father jeered with contempt in the curl of his lip not since the day my friends waved me off as delusional it's a little tattered and a little tarnished i really wish that it could've looked a lot nicer for you to see the shine is kind of gone but it's still really precious to me i think i'll come with you no, wait- you should go alone i'll wait for you out here and i hope that you'll be kind you'll see in the corner there is a dusty box it really isn't much and you'll have to brush cobwebs off and when the box is clean like when each day shone anew maybe you'll even get to see the lines of ambition that carved hope into my box of dreams
Ambition and goals in life were things I struggled with a lot because a lot of people didn't believe in me. This poem is meant to speak for those who have had dreams and were afraid of telling others about it for fear of negative responses.
krisoul
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
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