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Borders

They always wanted the best out of me. "You have to be the best at everything." When I fail, I was drowning in the sea. I never have the chance to spread my wings. People always compared me to a king Graceful, wise, caring, smart and talented but like everyone, I'm slowly dying. It feels like I'm a criminal wanted. For all the things I did, they commented. "Who do you think you are." "You are no one." This slowly makes my fragile heart damaged I tried to ignore them and tried to run. Stand up, fall, up again, cross the borders. Like my strong mom said, give yourself orders

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Date: 2/21/2018 6:53:00 AM
You really are a talented poet, what an excellent sonnet..
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Golden Closet
Date: 2/23/2018 2:55:00 PM
Thank You very much for the compliment!!
Date: 2/20/2018 6:01:00 PM
moms are like that, good advice often unheeded until needed. I like that last line in particular. Good piece.
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Golden Closet
Date: 2/23/2018 2:55:00 PM
Thank you for reading!!