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I come from a moldy house With human tall grass, I grew up with water balloon fights, Saturday morning cartoons, And the child like imagination I still carry. Happiness, sunshine, and rainbows were all I ever was. Things like gangs, **** and even death Were all unknown to a child’s mind. I come from the lazes, the loud mouths, The goof-offs, the gammers, The writers, the poets, and the crazies. From sunshine to isolation, Sandy beaches to hard concrete A lone fixed house to an overpopulated town house. Struggling daily just to put food on the table. Keeping up the grades just to get to that end of the bridge we call high school. Bearing false happiness just to get through life I come from the breaking sweat father breaks every day. I am from the goals and dreams my parents have accomplished I come from the center of the universe   Growing wings and flying down to the Earth below, Landing on the majestic, blue calm waters. Like that lone forbidden fruit gently falling off the sacred tall
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 4:03 AM UTC
Where I Come From
I come from a moldy house With human tall grass, I grew up with water balloon fights, Saturday morning cartoons, And the child like imagination I still carry. Happiness, sunshine, and rainbows were all I ever was. Things like gangs, **** and even death Were all unknown to a child’s mind. I come from the lazes, the loud mouths, The goof-offs, the gammers, The writers, the poets, and the crazies. From sunshine to isolation, Sandy beaches to hard concrete A lone fixed house to an overpopulated town house. Struggling daily just to put food on the table. Keeping up the grades just to get to that end of the bridge we call high school. Bearing false happiness just to get through life I come from the breaking sweat father breaks every day. I am from the goals and dreams my parents have accomplished I come from the center of the universe   Growing wings and flying down to the Earth below, Landing on the majestic, blue calm waters. Like that lone forbidden fruit gently falling off the sacred tall
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andrea-monique-diaz
29/F/Mexican
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 4:03 AM UTC
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