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Apr 2015
Let me get prophetic with you,
One is perpetually looking to fulfill the self,

Working, trudging, yearning + mourning.
Running a rat's race; avoiding being shelved.

Gotta step up, rock it hard,
Speak elegantly - articulate like a bard.

Nobody knows the inner strength - not even you,
Until you were found, tried, tested and proven to be true.
Written by
MissNeona
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   Violet Smithe
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