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My Escape


Singing is my escape; my escape from life. When I sing, I pretend I am on stage with a spotlight on me. I imagine being a role model for those who need one; for the little kids who need someone to look up to, I will be there for them and hopefully make a difference in their life. I hope one day my dreams come true. I hope one day I can convince the young children that dreams DO come true and that life really is a beautiful thing. Since I was little, I would sing nonstop. When I was in school, I would either day dream about singing or I would quietly hum. Right when I got home from school, I would lock myself in my room and sing. I loved it; I felt like I was in another world. Singing still is and always will be a part of me.
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