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Taking on the world One crazy event, After another with nothing phases me. Moving on my own. No help. Just me. Drove six hours For a new life. Life's a hectic place. I’ve grown up in this ****** up world taking on hardships. Like heart breaking into a million pieces, crying over someone who never truly, gave a **** Listening to parents bicker back and forth. Hating each other’s guts, forced to choose a side. Even at eight I knew it was wrong. Standing up for myself In front of my father. Showing I can be on my own, without any help. Then, mother of all roadblocks hits. The worry that the task has become too difficult to achieve. Study hard and you can set your mind to do anything, they all say. But they don’t factor in life’s hectic role. Worries pile on: "What if?" "What about this?" Or “How can I change so I can make this work?” Sometimes you can’t change. It’s all in the mind. It can be too much pressure onto the person you want to be. I always question, Could I handle the pressure? Could have I made the time? Could I make it in this world of storms and threats? My dream’s the same. I am helping others, but is that the way I want to help?
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Am I Right?
Taking on the world One crazy event, After another with nothing phases me. Moving on my own. No help. Just me. Drove six hours For a new life. Life's a hectic place. I’ve grown up in this ****** up world taking on hardships. Like heart breaking into a million pieces, crying over someone who never truly, gave a **** Listening to parents bicker back and forth. Hating each other’s guts, forced to choose a side. Even at eight I knew it was wrong. Standing up for myself In front of my father. Showing I can be on my own, without any help. Then, mother of all roadblocks hits. The worry that the task has become too difficult to achieve. Study hard and you can set your mind to do anything, they all say. But they don’t factor in life’s hectic role. Worries pile on: "What if?" "What about this?" Or “How can I change so I can make this work?” Sometimes you can’t change. It’s all in the mind. It can be too much pressure onto the person you want to be. I always question, Could I handle the pressure? Could have I made the time? Could I make it in this world of storms and threats? My dream’s the same. I am helping others, but is that the way I want to help?
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
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