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As I lay down I wonder what will I become. As I lay down I wonder what will be my legacy. As I lay down I drift into sleep. A whisper comes in. Dream baby girl, dream baby girl, dream. You can become anybody in this world.
Dear Mr. Woods, It was a pleasure meeting you at the conference at Marsh yesterday evening. Thank you for connecting me with Fredrick Rodrigues and Olivia Marien from AIG.
We are not designed to go through motions, But intended to fulfill devotions. Now that I seized my dream, I have something new to bring.
Too many roads diverged in a tense arena And I used to wonder what it would be like to travel all. Could I be Engineering? Astrophysics? Analyst? Architect? Chemist?
"You're gifted; if only you'd apply yourself," he's told for eleven years. "They don't know me like I know myself." The boy loves but envies his peers. "No awards to be shown on my shelf,"
A dream A hallway, my heels softly clicking as I walk The polished table A clipboard Perched precariously on the edge
You say you're here for me You say I can count on you You say... a lot of things. "You just aren't like that" "You should lower your expactations" "Reality check..."