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My bike glides through the glistening reflection of the trees in the puddle             

I push my leg down with all of my strength 

The spark has burned out. The wax melted. 

They turned the page and ripped some out.

They scribbled insults and used it as a coaster. 

They took it out of its place just to destroy it.

 The people that do read it wont go past the first page. 

She lays there awake. snuggled into the warmth. Heart beating fast. Brain racing past.

 Scared of the unknown. The curiosity mixes in the pot with the fear. Is it here?

 In the closest lurking?

Two paths to choose. You can either be yourself or fit in with society.

 They say be yourself because everyone else is taken.

 But then how are you supposed to fit in? 

How are you supposed to feel useful?