Ana Racic


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    We are All One by Ana Racic

    In each breath, you inhale billions of atoms exhaled by every person whose breaths are now evenly mixed in the air.

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    Why am I so Lucky? by Ana Racic

    Are you certain that your love for me is true?
    If not, then let me know,
    No matter what the answer, I WILL always love you.
    Even if it means that I have to go.

    347 words

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    What is? by Ana Racic

    What is a girl without a friend?
    What is a book without an end?
    What is a river without a brook?
    What is a search without a look?

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    Growing Up by Ana Racic

    You used to get so excited when your birthday candles were lit,
    Then a song left no impression,
    You did not used to have any one favorite,
    And it was always your parent’s discretion.

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    Earth Speaks by Ana Racic

    “What an unspeakable abhorrent shame”
    Said mother Earth to her sister Moon about their father Sun.
    “That he is an enigma.”
    “Since he will not ever accept any blame”
    “Neglectfully leaving th…

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    Seeing True Beauty by Ana Racic

    If you could see what I see
    The way that I do
    Would you look at me
    The way I look at you?

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    Living in the Present by Ana Racic

    It is only by living in the present
    That we can truly see
    Life for what it is
    Instead of what we wish it would be.

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    Love Thyself by Ana Racic

    Each of us is capable of being our own worst enemy
    Our own harshest critic
    The very denial of this atrocity
    Will quintessentially beguile humanity

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    This is Life by Ana Racic

    Time goes by,
    Yet nothing has changed ,
    This is life
    But it is not all pain…

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    My Self by Ana Racic

    But the ghosts haunt me because of my ignorant decisions.
    Sometimes I feel like I am in prison.
    The walls are closing in on me
    I feel that I am losing hope and may never be free

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    A Born Outcast by Ana Racic

    A born outcast,
    Yes that is what I am
    The dreams I have wished for
    Are no longer worth the plan.

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    Forgotten by Ana Racic

    The scent of sawdust on old boots
    The sparse filth on tired robust hands
    And the hand me down boots
    Impose on moments past
    That reminds us of work

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    Without Superficial Vision by Ana Racic

    If I were blind
    Then only would I see
    All of the beautiful people
    Who are around me.

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    Identity by Ana Racic

    What if the person I see when I look in the mirror is still just a blur?
    Identity… What it means to you, maybe I cannot be.

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