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CONTRIBUTE


                      

 

I often ask myself: what can I bring to the table?

If everyone is on the same path of destruction

Why should I follow?

What can I do to help those in need?

It is not always about the necessities

But my contribution in changing the mindset of our youth

Does what I do really help anyone?

These are the questions that pollutes my mind

The sound of a dripping faucet

In a quiet ambience,

That is the setting in which my thoughts can be heard

Each pulsating drip echoing inside my head

These words are supposed to bring light to those who were in the dark

It all depends on the person and those who are willing to read

Hear my cries of agony

Let me educate this generation

Let me make my contribution

                                                 LIVE WELL AND DIE OLD

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Ryan Mathyzen

I am a gamer since the age of 3 and a well-known poet.

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