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Feb 2018
Right now I’m 17 years old I’m sitting in my room thinking how is my life going to be, and scares me.
I think about how I’d be if I was a Father I’d be terrible I’m not ready I’m selfish I mean, But I’m only 17.
I think about how or what my job will be wife and feel what I wanted to be, and will be true to me.
I guess sometimes I look at my past to see my future, and things aren’t looking so good.
I got my friends around me, my family still supports me… But honestly I just want to be true to me and my future, and hopefully I’m happy.… With whatever I’m doing.
Atlas
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Atlas  19/M/somewhere on the Moon
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