|Baby Girl (standard:poetry, 163 words)|
|Author: Shaela129||Added: Sep 27 2001||Views/Reads: 1853/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Middle child and baby girl discovering her life's meaning.|
Everything lies on my shoulders to carry. My successes are reflecting my life learning's as well as my siblings lives. You see, I am the Baby Girl, the one that prevails in all time's obstacles, never to give way amid the pressures of life. Possessing the luxury of failing has always eluded me. Maintaining this life structure is a task leaving little living for me. Fate always provides opportunity of chance. Perseverance is expected and among it I will grow on through limited choices. Atleast they will be New. Along with the label of Baby Girl, I am also the middle child. The child that never gets too much attention and never too little. The middle child is cursed with starvation for acceptance. Finding my place is not only a legacy but also a strong, severe need. Continuation with a sky-scraping fight shows my life's journeyed past. A future of glory is within my great arms enveloped reach. Atleast it's close to Me. Tweet
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