when i grow upA Poem by mikayla baldwini want to be comfortable. of course being rich is ideal but what about solemnity? what about self righteousness? love or luxury? because both rarely go hand in hand i want luxury i need love i want to be a parent i'll need to be the best what if i was just living on the streets watching every miserable person drag themselves to their 9-to-5s with a sign in my hand that says "well atleast im happy"
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Authormikayla baldwinMiami, FLAbouti have so much to write for what i can't seem to say aloud more..Writing
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