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It's the story of our lives.

This week, I have dreams of becoming a hip hop artist. Yes, yes, unrealistic, I know. But who knows? I have some wit. And some poetic nerves. And a little chaos too. It's a long shot. But what if this "what if" comes true, you know? A better question would probably be "why"? I'm a personal journalist. I have stuff to say. Why not saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannggg it?

Tomorrow I have to control my homework.

I fight for a voice, a murmur that glides of the slope of two lips. Yes and no. I charge and go. Back to the face, of anyone, with a voice.