I’m made of the things that came before me. I’m made of the people who taught me what I know. I’m made of the carbon that unites us all. I’m made of the mornings when it’s just me and my work. I’m made of the nights where the party doesn’t end. I’m made of the time I spent with myself. I’m made of all of this and so much more. I’m composed of the greatest parts of my experience. I’m built from the foundations of my failures. I’m constructed of the ingredients of success. I’m assembled from the leftovers of my sins. I’m forged from the people who said that I couldn’t. And I’m still building for those who said I could. I’m so selfish and so to hell with it. I’m made of myself and I hope that’s okay. -Adam Brouwer, 11
Kellie Miles, 12 Photography
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