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Going up to children, we ask what they want to be. Some say doctor, policmen, firefighter. Innocence is the real bliss. Going up to a high school student, we ask what they want to be.
I am afraid Afraid that every day I live I am losing out Afraid that every time I speak its nonsense coming out of my mouth Afraid that I won’t live to have sons and daughters Afraid that no one will listen
She wasn’t really to be described as a person of order. She was lying on her bed in the center of the room, all the lights in her room were on, and she liked the light.