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Growing Forward


When i was little i would be asked what i wanted to do in the future

and when i got older i was asked again but with a diffrent answer

time after time I was able to change my mind because my answerer did not matter.

but as i got older the time to decided gets closer and the it does matter

not that i have to decide for my life the answer is anything but clear

the waters i am entering are hazy and uncharted but i will enter

and tread throught them for dear life

because the outcome will be my life.

this is my life.

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