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money, fame, glory Childhood was so rough the only option was to come up with a story Adulthood came early and taught me to be discerning But in a world full of colour hues its easy to pick the shivering blue Fell into a whirlpool, a black hole so dark my memory vanished But these lessons I learned taught me to survive in famish So I worked for the juxtaposition because I deserve lavish So stunning and blessed I came to be Never let that light die in me I knew I would make it with the right opportunities So I learned how to be hardworking and ambiguities A humbling story and sometimes sad But I am grateful and cherish moments I will always have But I moved on, looking good, getting back Everything they took from me I used to have
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
Humbling
money, fame, glory Childhood was so rough the only option was to come up with a story Adulthood came early and taught me to be discerning But in a world full of colour hues its easy to pick the shivering blue Fell into a whirlpool, a black hole so dark my memory vanished But these lessons I learned taught me to survive in famish So I worked for the juxtaposition because I deserve lavish So stunning and blessed I came to be Never let that light die in me I knew I would make it with the right opportunities So I learned how to be hardworking and ambiguities A humbling story and sometimes sad But I am grateful and cherish moments I will always have But I moved on, looking good, getting back Everything they took from me I used to have
munybee
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
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