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The Border That Heard Dead Dreams


Its sad how those with all the economic resources are born into the glamorous life of a rich education. They might not want it but yet again, they might. I know I want it but I wasn't born white. I wasn't born into that life. Im from the border that heard dead dreams from those who craved the fancy life of education, not greed. Those who wanted a better tomorrow in the land of the free. Im from the same background from those who've gotten arrested and detained for being DREAMERS. I don't want to dream, I want to achieve. Accomplish. Conquer. Teachers came and went and saw some potential but they didn't see I could define. I can change the world. If give the chance. I want people to know me as the Doctor who came from the Border that heard dead dreams and yet in memory of those, mine will be achived and it will live on along with theirs.
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