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When I was 5 I wanted to be a gymnast.

I was told no because I didn't have the potential.

When I was 7 I wanted to be a signer.
I was told no because I didn't have a good voice.

When I was 9 I wanted to be a cashier at Jewel-Osco.
I was told no because that's not a logical job.

When I was 11 I wanted to be a fashion designer.
I was told no because I didn't have good style and I could not draw.

When I was 15 I wanted to be a Speech Pathologist.
Finally people encouraged me.

It didn't make me happy though.
I decided to no longer pursue that career.
I got yelled at for making a stupid decision.

When I was 19 I decided I wanted to be a cop.
Everyone told me no.
It was a stupid career move.
I was a woman.
I could never do it.

Now at 20, I want to be anything I can be.
As long as it gets me out of here.
Isn't it sad that once you get older,
dreams don't matter as much as escaping does?

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