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Do not bend -
To dystopian prophecies,
We were made,
To be more than just a race,
Surviving on hypocrisy,
So we will run amongst the ruin,
Our past brought upon us,
And glory in the victory,
Until it makes us,
Wonder what prosperity,
Would have meant,
Without failure.
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YOU ARE READING
The Lines We Write ✔
Poetry❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
