Preacher's Kid
Being hold up on a pestal,
Having various, random expectations being thrown at you from every angle,
What do you do?
Go into hiding?
Run away?
Praying,Hoping for a better life?
No.
P.K.'s have no freedom,no escape,no refuge
No matter what you do you'll be in the spotlight
But it's about owning it,
not letting pressure control you,
but you control the pressure.
This life make be hard but not impossible.
Life of a P.K. is non-stop roller coaster.
JUST BUCKLE UP AND HANG ON FOR THE RIDE.
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