My small life story
My Fairy Land
Once upon a time, Melo was a bad kid
He was a huge follower
And Omg was he such a pig!
He was born in a terrible area, where no one could be a coward
So he followed after his brothers
Because he didn’t realize he was such a follower
Melo never backed down
He always fitted in
And Omg he grew up with several friends
And now they’re all gone
Beyond the dust in the wind
You would think he would have learned
But no, he still follows
He just won’t learn
Until things become sorrow
Than basketball came
And he thought he was good
But really he couldn’t shoot
But at the time no one could
Basketball was his way out
and he followed his dreams
and now look at him
Playing D3 ball at Lakeland university
Fulfilling his dreams!
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