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Where I'm From


Who I am is what I am I am from music, to art From having more than one personal journal to Write my every thought and feeling in my imagination onto paper. I pass on knowledge and ask when, where, why, how From parents who love you one minute to Wanting to pulling their out the next (what a pain we must be) I'm from he who shall forgive me for my sins and guide me. I'm from the south...18 years of country Runs through these veins. I may not know how Far back the tree goes but to some avail I'm Up there with them others as my ma and pa are too. I'm from soccer, football, and volleyball But every night I sit and pray that Tomorrow will be an even better day So I say goodnight, goodnight oh So sweet dreams to silent nights.
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