Growing up was difficult. I was constantly moving from town to town. So, keeping a steady friendship with my classmates was never an option. As I got older, I realized how I was always quiet. As I went on I noticed I was separated from everyone more and more. After about the third grade, I started writing these English schemes called poems from school but keeping it a secret fearing societies judgements. I was always that quiet kid in the back of the room that no one knew existed. I would wake up and go to school. Then, come home and go Straight to my room until the next day. I got a lot of alone time and practice to get better at this new hobby. My objective here is to see if I can show you how beautiful words can create a masterpiece about someone's life.
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