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Created on: February 21, 2010 Last Updated: January 26, 2011
With family and friends,
having a young life of thrills,
Living life without a care.
Till one day I grew up,
Realizing I had so little.
I had to make it on my own,
Learning so little.
I become a soul without skills,
Working hard at so many things.
Loosing sight of just one thing.
My calling, my true talent,
Is what became amiss.
Knowing this now,
Before it is to late.
To become that person.
With a heart, body, and soul
To share a very special gift.
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