I AM …..

I am secretly scared, scared of the light at the end of the tunnel.

I am smart and yet stupid when it comes to the most obvious things.

I am happy to be able to see another day, and then I wonder do I actually deserve the eyes that I use to view it.

I am thankful for all of my family and friends that surround me with love and happiness, but are they thankful for me.

I am smart and strong mined and nobody can tell me otherwise.

I am Taylor Jackson.

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