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<h3>Poem by Chavani Ripfumelo Constacia</h3>
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<p>I'm longing to live my dreams!<br>I had the best moments of my existence,<br>Encircled by people who only sees potential in me.<br>They applauded, as I walk boldly on a red carpet,<br>Bossing to sit on a throne,<br>My steps were cheerful and hopeful...<br>Everyone was screaming my inscription,<br>With all sorts of praises that characterized the tremendous and successful person I was.<br>Just like a sun that blinks brighter every morning, my teeth visible from all the smiles that decorated my face.<br>I was about to be awarded for all my hard works.<br>Everyone noticed, and they declared, You deserve all the promising things coming your way.”</p>
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<p>Who would have imagined?<br>That I will be honored by respectful souls.</p>
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<p>But it's so unfortunate.<br>Five on the dot…<br>Just ruined all the entire day before I even deliver my speech…<br>I woke up from a great fantasy and find out I was just envying.</p>
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<p>First thing, I checked my clock, and it was indeed 5 on the dot…<br>Only to realize it was just a nightmare,<br>I was presently faced with the reality<br>That I am nobody respected by the nation…<br>But just an ordinary person navigating through life,<br>trying to make a living by taking some chances.</p>
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<p>It hit me too deep!</p>
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<p>To realize that my reality is more distinct from all the extraordinary things I was dreaming…<br>I was sleepless and ready to face the world<br>prepared to be looked down to,<br>prepared to be criticized, judged, and used.<br>For that was the standard of my reality.</p>
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<p>Who would have thought?<br>That dreams can be unforgettable unlike reality<br>Who would have guessed, that people surrounding you in dreams are more caring and supportive.<br>Unlike your true friends and kin?<br>I'm longing to live my dreams,<br>For it's better than my reality!</p>
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