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Independence


As I gaze out the window of the train that I'm on I see my memories flashing by like a slideshow of my life. A party here, an argument there, and as i watch I realize just how naive I have been. As I look out I can see myself as I was as a child, So ignorant and so reliant on my parents for everything. As the images move on I can see myself growing, Soon beginning to make decisions for myself. As I watch myself I grow older, more responsible. I realize that this train that is leading me through my life Is quickening pace, gaining speed as I rush through high school. I see that I am steering its direction with my choices. Now I take control of the train, making it go where I please. My parents have less and less influence as I grow older. I know now where my train is headed; I am on my way to Independence.
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HKeeffe
A poem that I wrote for my Junior Honors English class

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