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When I was younger, I told my mother I wanted to be a firewoman. I couldn't have been older than five, she says.
And sometimes I see it, why my little head wanted to put our fires and pat the coughs out of everyone's chest. I was so used to my mother scooping me up and wiping the dust from my shoulders when I needed it the most. But I feel like its been a long time since someone's rushed to get me out of any fires. When you get it older its harder to admit to needing someone, it's a lot less attractive to cry when you just miss someone. And its harder to get away with saying, "I dont know" when you really do. I'd like to make a recording of saying that I respect anyone who taken the time to save someone from their own fire. For anyone who's wanted to save someone who didnt deserve it, you are few and far between.
And sometimes I see it, why my little head wanted to put our fires and pat the coughs out of everyone's chest. I was so used to my mother scooping me up and wiping the dust from my shoulders when I needed it the most. But I feel like its been a long time since someone's rushed to get me out of any fires. When you get it older its harder to admit to needing someone, it's a lot less attractive to cry when you just miss someone. And its harder to get away with saying, "I dont know" when you really do. I'd like to make a recording of saying that I respect anyone who taken the time to save someone from their own fire. For anyone who's wanted to save someone who didnt deserve it, you are few and far between.