Someone wise told me to go chase after my dreams. So I did. I grabbed my microphone and guitar and ran all the way to Los Angeles, California. I went to the Hollywood walk a fame, set up, and started to sing. A crowd started to form and start putting money in my guitar case. A talent agent peered through the audience and started talking to me. In no time I was signed to a record label and I started singing my songs I wrote. I got a hit single and I got awards for it. This is when I knew I was famous.
That wise someone was me.
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PoetryIf you have dream, reach for it If you have the chance, take it You only live one life Make it happen. Singer/Songwriter Author 9th grader Disclaimer: I write wicked poems about death and killing. I am not crazy I just think crazy. (That probably...
