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Mama


Mama , I can hear the planes overhead fly by , Mama , I see every teen holding the Iphone five , Mama , the world has changed so much in my seventeen years of living, Everything has evolved and been made better, only thing that is the same , well , is maybe our breathing, College is around the corner Mama , im leaving. I start to, imaginate and exacerbate and anticipate the amount of money that we will have to create . out of thin air , because College is a must and I'll finish it I swear. But Mama , why don't make that face , Everything will be fine you'll see when I graduate from this place and pursue with a ferocious notion of pride, a better life all because of your relentless faith. I know the time has come rapidly , but I will be the first college student from our family , to say I'll be the last one is just insanity , planes and phones and technology evolve that's the reality , money for college ain't a problem , it's a tragedy.
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