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I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually all adults lose sight of me!
I'm constantly overshadowed by greed, and hatred.
The media waste no time to advertise my enemies.
I get lost or stolen every single day.
Ceaselessly beaten and abused by the evil of the world.
Few people recognize me, and even fewer carry me through adulthood.
I am Hope. I am Ambition. I am Innocence.
Please don't lose me! Don't drown me in your diamond rivers that stain your pure cheeks. Don't burn me in you flaming, fiery hatred. Learn from me, seek me, and if you've misplaced me...retrieve me.

I marvel my pencil.
My special, long, wooden utensil.
I just can't keep my hands from it.
I got him from a friend, and we've been inseparable since.
I admit, I forgot to give him back.
However regrets, I do lack.
He scribbles my words, when I can't find what to say.
He makes my thoughts audible, and in a neat and clear way.
If I make any mistakes, he's always got my back.
On the end of his long orange body, there's a pink square that's always keeping me on track.
Though he's marked with the number 2, He'll always be number 1 in my book.
I will never over-accessorize him or cause any damage to his look.
Pens, markers, crayons: they just don't cut it for me.
My perfectly sharpened buddy, is all that I need!

Hope can be lost, faith can die.
Friends can betray you, and family can lie.
Names can be forgotten, but never faces.
Infatuation can be fun, but love always wins the races!