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Jan 2015
So many people have dreams to have large amounts of money,
or the perfect family with a nice house.
But when I was in kindergarten,
and the teacher asked what I wanted to be when I grew up,
The only thing I could think of was happy
She laughed and said I didn't understand the point.
But the more I grow up,
I think she didn't understand.
Who cares if I am successful business man,
or a famous actor
The more I think about it,
The more I realize,
I just want to be *alive
Is this okay??
Written by
Gwen  California
(California)   
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