#poetry I hated being called mature for my age. I didn't ask to be mature. It was forced upon me like a prophecy. It made me disconnect from friendships because I didn't have the same aspirations as them anymore.

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What is home : it is the shade of trees on my way to school before they were uprooted. It is my grandparents’ black-and-white wedding photo before the walls crumbled It is my uncle’s prayer rug,where dozens of ants slept on wintry nights before it was looted and put in a museum

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#Music Pink Floyd - If youtu.be/o9CVRkFzofw?...

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Bertolt Brecht - Pleasures First look from morning's window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly.

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Two Reasons Birds Sing http://www.moma.org/collection/works/69456

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