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May 2012
Not telling you,
you were wrong.

Not saying I,
I was right.

I am just to tired now,
no longer want to fight.

Rising from the ground,
feet planted steady.

Head up to the sky,
I was born ready.

I am no longer afraid,
of not being the best.

It is time to take a stand,
and give my mind a rest.

Fight for what I need,
earn what I want.

Deal with what comes,
be brighter than the sun.
Anamarie
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