littlehand
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I sing for fun
But thats not enough
In my future I see myself singing
In everyone's ears, my voice is ringing
It's loud and clear,making
The competition chilled with fear
The struggles of life vary person to person.
"I can't pay rent" to
"I hate my extravagant life":
Those inevitable thoughts.
"If you hate it so much, change it,"
They said.
Being the youngest student in my grade, always felt weird. By the age of 15 years old I was a Junior in High School. I was very mature and ready to be independent. Looking for my first job was very stressful.
I always wanted to hear about how your days were drawn near, from the time you wake up in the morning, from the time you rest at night. The mind is a wondering device, how I long to know the answer to your every thought. Let me help. Let me see.
Beep. Click. Snap.
Say Cheese!
Upload. Photoshop. Scrap.
Let's Shoot Again.
You love the sound of it- photographer.
The way it rolls off your tongue.
The way you answer people when they ask,
A little hand reaching out for mine,
the first feeling that comes to mind,
sadness then joy.
I am hoping the years in health class and religious studies
has prepared me for such strife,
