Treasure Island

Nehemiah Brent Jr.

(10/14/1996 / Lynn, Massachusetts)

Can't Predict the Future

Little kids all around the world at play.Never knowing what life has coming their way.
Can't predict being a celebrity, and making it big.
Can't predict how their kids will be, just have to wait and see.
Can't predict if Mr. Boss Man will let you go.
Can't predict the outcomes of relationships.
Can't predict the type of people that will be by your side or betray you.
Can't predict if you'll be pressured into using drugs and screwing up everything your life.
The only thing someone doesn't have to predict is that their loved ones will support them all the way to the end.

Submitted: Monday, November 07, 2011
Edited: Monday, November 21, 2011
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  • Bella Hernandez (11/10/2011 9:34:00 PM)

    SO true! No matter what happens family will always help you through it!
    nice write plz do keep it up!
    ~Bella (Report) Reply

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