Picking Apart My Mind (Part One)

Picking Apart My Mind (Part One)

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So ive always wondered where i saw myself in 20 years. When i was 8 i always looked up at the moon and thought that ill soon be walking where few people have walked. Once age and common sense got more developed i wanted to be a doctor because thats what alot of people want. It took me a while to realize what i truely wanted deep down. Im a musician, i draw when i feel like it, and i write with emotion, but i never realized that these were real talents. Being grown up in a family where sports is the only talent that'll take you somewhere in life i never realized a talent that made me happy about myself and how i could give back to others. Writing is the one way i truly express my emotions and at the age 17 i think ive decided what I truly want. Where do you see yourself in 20 years? Every morning i wake up and see myself being a writer in 20 years. I may not be good, but ill be writing with my best friend and hopefully one day it will all work out. In the end ive decided to put together a book of all the poetry ive written the past few years but never had a chance to share or have someone read. So I hope you enjoy these poems.
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