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May 2014
never thought the day would come and I'd be out of the teens so soon. Everything just flashing back to when I was in elementary school,
to middle, to high school and up to now, I never seen this far into my life. I'm not ashamed of it, Nor am I afraid, I did not know what to expect. Being the youngest of the fam and going straight into the jaws of fate,
I've learned a great many views and perspective on life,
not saying I dramatically changed, but overtime things will begin to shed away, and a new skin will embrace the toxicity in this air we breathe.
My say for the past 12-ish years;
I've grown soft and plump and weak as a plum,
but I know I have the strength and courage overall.
Gutsy feelings that raged inside me when I was younger,
simple mistakes turned to tragedies and solved with a lecture.
With strength and resolve I've done things alone,
With my friends, family and also my home.
Things have changed and we have made our ways,
Yet still ignorant I still wish for better days.
Time speeds up and I follow along,
Leaving behind all that was that was one
One to change the ways of our days
Days that went away in one frightful sway
Swayed to stay afraid
Afraid of life and it's little wonders
The little wonders which were blurred by the illusion that we were destined to follow the great mission,
Yet my eyes have changed the day I saw The ideal.
Though reality and creativity are two separate things
One cannot exist without the other
Combined you have a greater ideal, a bigger path.
Conflicted, time waits, as it polishes the piece that will change the world,
For it is not the person nor the physical body that will always continue the mission,
But the ideal that continues to live on, passed down from generations and still recognized as if it had happened yesterday.
But all things can not be done alone, as time continues to stall
I begin to learn;
being alone is the beginning, banding together is the next step in my life.
This not a cry for help nor is it a stand for individualism,
This is my expression.
This is my love.
This is our world.
This is my say.

Just another day~~ soon!!
it was my birthday, I am getting old!!!
Teddy Chang
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Teddy Chang
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