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They shed their blood, sweat, and tears. Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears. People who have made something from little nothings That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.
Dreams are your wishes that may come true It’s your imagination going wild and speaking to you Dreams whisper your desires They teach you and you learn things new
Who knows, where we long, to be, in life? Who knows, what, we are here, for? Who knows? Who knows?
Dear 13-year-old Juliana, Things will get better. Slowly but surely, you will discover that you have anxiety, Which explains why you are the way you are.
When I was speaking you weren't really listening, you only heard what you wanted to,