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Her eyes are a chasm

Directly to her soul

Concealed by a veil of laughter

The ringing smiles

Of genuine bliss

Echo hollowly within.

It is either ecstasy or apathy.

There is no in between,

Because of the pressure

The expectations

The highhopes doomed

to plummet.

And so the chasm to her soul

Stays undiscovered


And she tries

To pave an entry

No one dares break the surface.

No one ever dares

In this world of momentary pleasures

Inhabited by permanent cowards

Scared of reality.

by Penelope Sars, 17, John F. Kennedy School, Berlin, Germany


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