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Jan 2015
Trapped in this world,
uttering words of no meaning.

As I have falling into a lost crack,
through this journey of my life.

Trying to find the secrets to success,
I ask myself many questions.

Life seems so mysterious to me,
where people remind me of ants.

They travel in a straight line,
seemingly knowing where there at.

Only to remind me,
that death comes easy,
even to the determined.

As I work so hard to figure my life out,
I am always let down at every turn.

Is it myself or someone else, to blame.Β Β 
For my reasoning of not understanding.

As they find excuses for everything I did wrong,
It only reminds me of what I have done right.

Is it the world who isΒ Β to blame or
is it just not my time in life.
Excuses are tools of incompetency that build monuments of nothing.
And those who are good at it, seldom go nowhere.
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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