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I am... what?


 

 

I am…
What am I?
I am…What?
 
Who am I?
What will I be?
What do I want to do?
What will my future be?
 
All these questions are bombarded at me
I hardly have time to breathe 
the end is drawing near
impending doom
 
Its time to decide
What will be your life?
yep, it's that easy just pick one 
One for the rest of your years
 
I am not my living
I am my soul
I am the caring heart 
I love animals
Would you expect that from a marketing major?
 
I love writing
poems, stories, and reading
The feel of a pen in my eager hand
to watch the words flow
Would you expect that from a business major?
 
I am not my living
I will not pick one
because my life will be meaningful
to do what I love will not pay
but my heart does not care of money
 
 
 
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I am just trying to make a ripple in this big puddle of a world.

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