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I am only eighteen years old,
With the desire to do well alone,
And with another as I was told,
But each dusk pains get full blown.

Yet, I have a family to support,
A younger and ingenuous brother,
Father whose love never comes short,
And one loving yet indecisive mother.

I may work in a warehouse,
But I am still a scholar at heart;
I convey quietude like a mouse,
However I see it as a fresh start.

I have dreams to own a loft,
To put my parents in a manion;
I owe them more with a heart so soft,
Since the genesis of global expanion.