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She looks around at the life that surrounds her
And wonders to herself
Is everything she has cluttering her life now
Worth the dreams she put on a shelf

They look down on her longingly
Whispering her name
Calling out for her to remember
The place from where they came

A place she had forgotten existed
Sheís been too busy to acknowledge
That doesnít require thought or logic
Or budgeting or college

As she writes each word down on paper
She feels them in her soul
And though she isnít sure why
She stops feeling so cold

Jessica Fausnaugh

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