Seventeen years, I've been living behind the shadows of my parents; sixteen years, I've been known to be no one; seventeen years, I've been one of the crowd, hovering around the streets of which seems to be a pint-sized-slash-crime-oriented city; seventeen years of mediocrity; seventeen years of timidity; seventeen years of temperance. Seventeen years. And I got enough of it.
I'm sick and tired of just sitting around waiting for something up above the sky that would fill my craving hands. But most of all, I'm tired of pushing beyond my limits to seek nothing but the best and yet still remain empty handed.
Every night I sit along the corner of my room with random thoughts plaguing my mi
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