itsalluptoyou It's All Up To You Scholarship Slam
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I wish that
I
could learn to fly
and
swim through the sky at
night with the comets and the spaceships
and stars.
We are the forgotten.
No, not forgotten.
We are the unrecognized.
When your daughter,
only 18 years old,
swerved and flipped,
suddenly became a corpse in a coffin,
who did you think of?
