the dreams
many people dream, but no one have seem the thing's that my mind have, i don't talk and don't show my self, i became a us citizenship because i want to became someone,my English is not good but i understand what people say, now 5 years later i laugh i feel sorry for those who used to make fun about me, many of them are dead, many of them are in jail, but i see my life like a dream , i can change what happen in it but i can change the past now my dream is became someone in my family, and show the other that what it matter is what is inside, not where you from,
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