What made me grow
Throughout life you learn and you grow.
The more trials the more you know.
Throughout my life I’ve had many obstacles that made me have to grow.
At seven years old I lost my father at first it was not a bother.
He was doing drugs instead of giving his 2 year old daughter hugs.
His death brought to me my own morals, I was always more concerned with getting good grades instead of the next party.
I was never sorry.
I wanted to be what my dad could never be.
At 7 years old his death changed me.
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