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If It Was Me

I wouldn’t be rude to anyone the way others are, thinking that being rude can control someone. I wouldn’t lie to anyone like those who defend themselves using false phrases. I wouldn’t cheat anyone the way some friends—or even love—can. I wouldn’t discriminate between urban and rural lives. I wouldn’t be disrespectful or misbehave, especially when someone trusts me enough to recommend me—for a workspace or elsewhere. I wouldn’t offend others like different generations often do. I wouldn’t bring self-discrimination into my life. I wouldn’t body-shame myself or chase artificial ideals that don’t fit me. I wouldn’t try to be someone else or shape my life around someone else’s path. I want to live as who I truly am. I will never adopt attitudes that make my life unhealthy. I will never falsely accuse someone of being a bad secret-keeper. I will never place someone’s problem on another person who has nothing to do with it. I will never take advantage of someone’s innocence or skills to make...

She wishes upon a shooting star

 













She tried reaching the moon

She tried counting the stars

In the dark valley of nowhere

She tried finding her path

 

Moonlight was gone

The stars were hiding behind

Making way for

Cold winds and pitch darkness

 

She was looking for the stars

She was waiting for the moon

When she found her

Shooting star

To wish upon

 

She wished upon a shooting star

Her stars would shine back

She wished upon a shooting star

Her moon would smile wide

She wished upon a shooting star

Her sky would fill up

And

She wished upon a shooting star

Her life would light up

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