tea
Dispassion, of water,
It leaked upon my cup,
But there I was collecting every last drop.
After all it was mine, it was all mine.
With the pour of a hand
I can see the impression that it felt toward it
The cold barring water,
How it wished it could be heated.
So I let it
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Some of my goals for my senior year of high school is to continue to find a way to pay for college, but to also do what I enjoy doing which is art. One of my dream colleges is Calart’ s. Calarts is an art college that help students get a job in the animation/ creative fields. restricted to see what I can offer. My ultimate dream is to work for Disney animation and create movies and stories where I can use my creativity and my ability to explore themes and stories. I want to be a storyboard artist because you can do a little bit of everything and you can do everyone’s job before you do it.
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