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Wonder


So many thoughts, So little room to breathe, to talk, to think, to wish. You don't know where to begin. You may be young, short, or just quirky. People pressuring you to think of what to do in life. School work, Personal problem, your future. So much to think about it drives you mad. But did anyone ever stop and think, What about me What about right now? What ever happened to "Whatever happens, happens." They say you shape your future. What if I want to follow my heart And do what I want instead of what may be right What if wrong is right? Life is not meant to give you those answers. If it did I would not want to live that life. I would not want to life a life where there is no chaos and confusion Most of all, I do not want to live a life where I can not wonder 'Why?'
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Nicole421
I wrote this while being asked if I knew what I had wanted to do with my life and trying to figure out my college situation. I was stressed out and aggravated and this was my result.

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