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Still learning


I'm still learning how to servive in this cruel world. A world fill with hatred, jealousy,and most off all lack of trust.  As a young girl growing into womanhood there is still more to learn and More pain I have to ecounter. As I'm becoming independent I realize that is a cold world and if I don't play my cards right I might end up in the gutter. Everyday I see myself becoming this person I never thought I would be. This cold hearted and starting to be lack of remource. Life is like a dark room with so many doors to open but the question is which is our destiny.  On of the biggest part of life is learning to accept but, somehow every time I accept apart of me  dies in anguish. Learning to accept who I am and starting to learn from my mistakes at the same focusing on my strengths and how I can change the world.  Learning is life long process but only it begins when changes start too occur in our lives.  

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