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Sep 2016
I long for this moment
My tears overflow
I am focusing on despite and agonizing struggles
My dreams nothing more than nightmares
I see no reason to preserver
Choices have been ruled out
It’s like I am having boxing bout
Decisions are only final conclusions
Life puts people to the test for them to figure out
But all I want is a chance
A given right to prove myself
I don’t need a Judge and Jury
It certainly doesn’t come down to being a theory
No chapter in a book sustains my mystery
Chance
That is the key word
Now you have heard
Don’t look down on me
I need no microscope for all to see
I don’t need pity
I have a personality that makes me witty
An opportunity becomes a chance
Yet unbelievers want to prance
This is at every chance
Chances to be taken away
Yet it won’t happen on this day
Chance in my eyes is analyzing in creating the surprise, but thinking in knowing how to stay wise.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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