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a temperamental grace

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We were all held in a temperamental grace,
stuck in a schism of ecstacy.
Lost in a sunset sea,
we stuck together on the small, sinking raft,
ripped out of sense of time, torn truly away
from fearful expectations and memory of reality.
Rubies fell from our hearts, diamonds from our eyes,
while rain rattled on rickety roofs,
it's drizzly thuds drowned out
by roars of laughter, depression and pretention.
Worries infected many, blurring into singularity,
illuding individuals that it revolved around one,
but when the day was done,
we could scream out our dreams
in an illusion of delusions of granduer and grasped
by masks, in their majority, of many successes
in life and in lessons, out of sessions
of our academia, to us a mere game,
simply a temperamental grace.
a poem about youth and how social life seemed/seems more important than school life, that every moment of your teenage life is important and precious no matter whether it's happy, sad, depressing, anger-filled, just as long as it wasn't work related and that life in school when we socialize seems great, never-ending, even though we are lost when it comes to the school work itself, no ideas about how to do this and that, and what to do next, but reminders of it would never dampen our spirits as we ignored them and continued with our social lives.
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