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Personal Statements, And What They Mean To Me, Personally

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We write personal statements
To state things personally
And to try to appear more 
Like a person to UC's

But I hope that you see
The eternal absurdity
Of grading words on a paper
To evaluate someone perfectly

Because sometimes diction
Can speak louder than fiction
And sometimes lying rhymes faster
While the truth drives constriction

But the truth can be  a beautiful thing
even when the next line tends not to rhyme
But for the truth to echo louder than similar syllables
You need to watch the words
And read deeper into what you're reading
because while rhyming sounds better
the meaning can be misleading

Sometimes through writing
We get carried away with the symmetry of sentences
And we think with enough syllables we can reach the pinnacle
Of what we think it really means
Really means to be understood

We paint a picture to appear more visual
But only if that visual adheres to the same principles
And I'm sick of reading into these lyrical riddles
That belittle me
And everyone who thinks they read
The Truth



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