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Mar 2010
Who have I become? Who can this be? The person looking back in the mirror is no longer me. I have become so hardend by all this pressure and relentless strife. My eyes dont gleam and smile on their own; and my smile isnt the same as it brightly once shown. I couldnt wait to get older, but now it is here. Age is knocking on my door and the time is near.

I will soon leave this place and embark on new life, creating a life all alone; away from my family, my friends and even my home. I have waited for this time and as it draws near, I am frozen in shock with great aprehension and filled with great fear.  I plead to God to show me the way.  What must I do? What should I say?

Now I am done with the pleading, I am not one to beg. There is only one thing that I can do, and that is live for each day. Take each day for what it is, and never take it for granted for the next one is not promised.
Written by
Glynn Anthony
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