Grasp It and Grow

I crave purpose and direction. Bring me to life. What is it worth? Who am I? Without my skin of the earth.   A composition of support. The soil runs deep. You'll grasp it and grow. Have patience and passion. When you find it you'll know.

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Twenty-Five: I’m Not Done

Sunnyside up, Nine pounds and overcooked A baby girl was brought into this world Born into a family of love Innocent and shy She believed the age to stay, was the wise age of five. Though it couldn't be stopped she continued to grow, with a wealth of interests and good marks to show. Three …

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