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CHILD PRIVILEGE

When I was young I used to dream and wish to get older then that happened but I've realized the stress of being old is much more than the teenage drama I used to get through, the stress of having that solid life is much worse than the stress of high school, the stress of wishing is much lesser than the stress of pushing harderĀ Ā but still find your self in the same page, the stress of which u have to report off everyday is much better than the stress you have to handle everyday, the stress of seeing your family falling apart is much better than the stress of trying to bind your family together but it keeps falling apart, the stress of things which are far from you is much better than the stress your part of in anyway

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Tony Taylor

Hey BONGINKOSI!!........I Love this piece.......I haven't seen or sad anything before on thins particular subject matter........ You don't expect the stress of adulthood to be greater than the stress of childhood......... some of you phrasing is excellent....... however, I do think it would be even more powerful if you changed the formatting a little (just a suggestion ~ no offense)....... regardless I found this VERY compelling my friend.....ALL STARS........ well done.......... smiles........T xo

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bonginkosi mkho...

thanks my brother I take no offense as artist we grow by allowing other views to roll up....I understand and sometimes when u are young you feel like your life is waiting ahead as your stuck at your age hood

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