As long as I can remember, I have always loved to sing.

Never really know if I was good enough to make it.

My dreams as a child were large, with flashing lights.

Fans, being moved by my voice,

having goosebumps with the lyrics belting out of my mouth.

It is cathartic, to sing my feelings.

To let all of the pain and sorrow escape my mouth.

Not holding me back in the past,

helping me move into the future.


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