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Lesson 1

I had become what most yearn for.

Anyone can want what they truly do not understand .

 

You never know you like something until you finally get a taste for what it truly is .

 

My plate is full these days .

Every line has a direction and it becomes more mechanical by the second.

 

People laugh at me less .

Some envy .

 

Fools often hate what they themselves could never do.

 

They think what I forged in fire somehow was handed from the Heavens.

 

The tattered edges now refined .

It took a toxic environment and a lust for its release.

 

I didn't cheat my self indulgence .

But I **** sure scammed myself about happiness.

 

I worked for this plain and simple.

 

 

I stayed around till I had proven a fluke is one thing I wasn't.

 

If your waiting for a encore .

You have to let me finish first .

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Jul 25, 2018
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