Meet You By The Oaktree

Meet You By The Oaktree

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My name is Alora Emerson and I'm 19 years old, I'm still a high school student and this year is supposed to be my last year in senior high. I'm not really excited about graduation, or got any thoughts about WHAT MIGHT COME NEXT for me after I graduate, my mom always talked about setting off to college and going to med school since that was her dream, but sadly never got the chance to actually persue it since she met dad and they had a kid "ME!". But my mom reassured me that she's happy to have met my dad and have me anyway, so... All is good. ----------------- "I used to not have anything planned out or figured, but when I met you, everything changed in an instant, from then, I knew what I wanted, who I really am, and what I was gonne be".
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