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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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