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The insecurity congesting your lungs,
oozing out riding on glances and whispers.
You feed into the Barbie dolls,
and even the oh so known makeup,
that's suppose to everlast.
running away from the true self,
you're but one follower.
Claiming such a common wish of the truth,
you only set yourself up for failure,
deep down knowing you'll still crave,
still be thirsty to make better,
to look better,
though for whom?
by Elysha Rae Schneider
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Elysha Rae Schneider is currently a 9th grade communications student
attending the Alexander W. Dreyfoos School of the Arts. She was the
recipient of an award from her local newspaper, The Palm Beach Post, for a
short story written by her in first grade. In sixth grade she wrote and
illustrated "Three Little Mice and One Big Barn", a children's story that is
pending publication. She received the "Journalist of the Year Award" in
1997. She has had many varied articles published in her local school
newspapers. Most noted was her article on "Christa McCauliffe". Her
grandfather, William Antill, a writer himself, inspired her passion for
writing.
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