Apon Reflection

Everyday befor you walk out that doortheres that invisable line you have cross.A side you have to choose.Good or bad right and wrong.Or if your truthful then you know the lines are often blurred.For often I have been cruel only to reflect apon kindness.The road teaches as well as masks a truthful manssoul.Youth fades as we either move on or become part of a black hole known as the past.It consumes even the strongest beliver turns the brightest eyes cold and vacant.And for thoose that see dreams they thirsted for come to a reality they realize what they chased.Was with them all along.Talent isnt captured it's born locked within the tortred soulto blind to understand that it it starts from within.for once at the at the top of one mountian you relizetheres only more of thoose fuckers ahead.It's not about trophys and getting your ass kissed byothers who secretly thirst for your fall.Apon reflection I wonder.Did I even want it at all?

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