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It always makes me wonder about this planet we call Earth. This place we call America. These bodies we call human. We all are unique in our own different ways. No hair is the same. No eyes are exactly the same. No mind is processing the way the next person’s mind work. We live in a place I like to call Purgatory. Heaven nor is it Hell. Paradise nor is it Damned. It’s just simply water, and soil on a bloody ground from the many battles we fought for others. We curiously walk this Earth, going to places such as school, the library, the playground. We seemingly are just doing our duties but secretly we are trying to find the meaning of our existence in the mist of life. We secretly try to find something to make us happy.







I would call us Aliens. Strangers. Nobodies. We hide behind fakes smiles and images of a tainted past. Yet we do not remember our true past, nor does the ancestors before us. We paint mirror images of what we believe sounds right.







We live everybody else’s dreams.

We live for hope.







The little girl, watches TV, and see the tall, beautiful slim model cat walking and striking her stuff down the run way. This model seems …she seems so happy. So the young child, goes to her mother’s closet, wears her mother’s heels and tries to imitate the exact same thing she saw right on that channel. She grows older, still fantasizing about that same dream she has been having. She reads beauty magazines; she buys makeup and clothes to make her feel and look better. Yet she still thinks she is imperfect. She goes to the toilet one down, and pukes. She looks in the mirror, and images herself that skinny tall model she saw on the run way. Eventually she becomes so blinded, she does not realize she needs help. At least not until it’s too late, and she is already in the casket, skinny, ugly and down in her shallow grave.







She tried to live a dream that was not her. But was somebody else. Impossible.







A mother, with no money, and her husband has left her with 3 children and hardly a place they could call home. Day by day and night by night, she struggles to keep food on the table. She works two jobs; in hope maybe one day life will make it better. She turned to God, but yet she has yet to receive an answer of her fate. She eventually loses her home. Her children and her wander through the streets until they found a man who promised to care for them. In return the mother must sell her body to pay any debts to him. Now she looks in the mirror and see trash. She has lived for hope yet she has receive nothing but failure.







We hope, and even when we are down, we hope. But hope gets us nowhere it seems.



I know you all probably wonder what exactly is the meaning of this note. It isn't to make anything depressive. But simply the outside look of life at times. We try and we fail. But it seems as though we never try to get back up again. And why is that? It's because the human race is ok with failure. The human race is ok with subsiding themselves to lower circumstances. Like the little girl who desperately wanted to be a model. She couldnt realize what other traist she may have had to be successful in life. Just like the mother who lowered herself. You did not have to go with a man who promises you things even in your time of need. Life isn't handed to you. You must live it yourself, make things work. Or else, you'll be in hell for the living life for the rest of eternity.