One in a MillionA Poem by Breezie KaeWritten during sophomore year.
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Chills eat at my spine and early June rain drips to my toes. Fearless, possibly invincible, and slightly overwhelmed, for all this and I can’t control the rain. Turn the autopilot off and look around: People are hopeless. Civilizations die. Beggars roam the street. You throw life away and you’re lucky, lucky life won’t leave you. And you now you’ll make it there: Broken vans. Worldwide sunsets. Rain. Snow. Sun. History or at least a story. One that ends happy, regardless of if you are. You’ll make it to some star, somehow, but the sky will still be black. Beautiful black, and the electricity won’t leave you, either. Glowing, alight, like fire. So here you are, and you plead hopeless, but I have a secret. I don’t breathe for nothing, and it left me once, but I, I still believe in fate. Can’t you see we belong up there? Silver, black, and out of this world. So here, I’m the one-in-a-million child, so let’s take a leap off that cliff and I swear to you we’ll fly. Take a leap; those stars are ours.
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