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my life story is littered with the ghosts of golden opportunities gone.
A drive down a highway can feel as if it lasts forever. The lights pass overhead, casting shadows across the road at an even tempo. The radio keeps in time to the beat of each passing line painted on the road.
"Lucy, Lucy, No." She whispers to her hands. She cries to the company. We stare, curiously, judgementally.
2016 wasn't a rollercoaster, or a carousel, or a blind leap off of a cliff like they everyone says. This year was an ocean. The year I was born, we started the drive.
Adventure comes with opportunity,Opportunity comes with the unknown,The unknown needs faith. Taking steps with faith will lead to new doors,New opportunities, and new adventures.You just have to be brave enough to see it.
When it rains I look up. But the droplets stick to my glasses, so I look down.
Living a life full dreams and pondering where I would be, fathoming the things of this world that I could bring. Staying humble and hard working is part of the game unless you give it up and end up in a life of shame.Why so ambitious.
I saw an escalator to the brightest stars –
She used to be the girl wrapping up school lunch to take home She used to be the girl who never had new clothes She used to be the girl who needed help They are the family that sleeps hungry
If I could have my dream job, I’d be on my way to medical school because I wouldn’t have to worry about loans or tuitions.
'Where are you?', is what he called. The sweet childs sing-song voice called over the cloud of darkness. 'Where are you?', he calls again...giggling shortly after.
Sweet scents swirled in the night all for naught no one could smell it; The brilliant red, radiant petals
Ah, what a pitiful sight.
I wouldn't open up to you if I could... I wouldn't give you a chance even if others say I should...