Every day is the same,
Ordinary,
With me wishing that something would happen,
Making it extraordinary,
The only time that I know I’m extraordinary,
Is when I write,
The words flowing from my fingertips,
At peace,
Not worried what others think of me,
For once,
Peace,
Solace,
In my crazy middle school days
No worries
All else fades,
And I am alone with my words,
No cares,
But to create beauty,
Something that will move some one
That will touch someone in ways they can’t explain.
Complete the following statement.
1. The author hopes that something will happen one day that ________________
2. The author feels extraordinary when ________________________
3. The author recalls his middle school when _____________
4. The author regrets ______________________
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