_____ANALIZER WRITES✍__ I haven't forgotten That I am just one person, That I am but one voice Attempting to stand out From the crowd. I remember That I have fallen Amidst the laughter That surrounds me, and that sometimes It gets too loud. I know That I can't sit here And expect my silence To evoke change Without reason. I can see That I don't know everything, That I can't expect My hand to be held Always. I can feel That time is slipping By me, that it Will be gone if I just Stand still. I have heard That there are a million Other voices that sound Like mine, that want also To be heard. I've been told That it's not enough to Wish for dreams, that I Have to work them Into reality. I know that I don't know All that I think I know. I know I won't see all of The places I wish to go. I know I'm not ready For all that the world demands, You don't have to always hold me, Just let me see your hand...
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