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What blocks me.


Thrown into the life of an adult, I personally insult, the result that comes from traditional ways. I only beg and pray that I can get a job like my parents before me.

Unfortunately, what is one to do when I only aspire to, become a great artist.

Indeed, my greatest fault is the doubt of my choice!

But can't I rejoice that at least I have a calling?

Sooo many others are currently bawling because they haven't embraced a career.

Personally, I fear I’m unprepared and even scared for how I'd live in such a life.

At least I can strive for the components that fly in the world of my artistic composure.

See, I come from a family that can't even see me with personal success.

I can even confess! They don't address my hope for the better.

Yet-their routine is dull and disillusioned because of my conclusion they never even tried.

If I ever want to say “goodbye” to this environment, I need to get the acquirement of a good college. Maybe then, my obstacles can acknowledge my plan,

in which I can one day show them, I can!!

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