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As I Journey on

breathing air into my lungs, 

only 16 years young.

 

Passion rins through my veins,

as im using these lens

to capture moments

that will never come again.

 

I have multiple fears,

that i know one day will disappear.

Eventually I will see things clear.

 

This is me experiencing life as a teen,

staning on wood with wheels

riding to be free,

everyone asking who i want to be,

but little did they know, im only on 1 2 3

Enough about me, after all

Life Is A Mistery.

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