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Mar 2013
So now I’m standing at the brink of my fate-
Looking for the lime light looking for escape-
The fear you set in me is slowly releasing-
And I am no longer a prisoner of your vile thinking-
My hands have been cut loose and I am now on my way to the top-
Wither it be money or fame or family-I won’t stop-
No one has the power over me to make me flop and if for a second you think that you got –
The ability to crush me-
I assure you-you should stop-
Because you’re beating yourself into the ground-
Trying to take my soul and turn it around-
Turn my insides inside out-but I can tell you know your luck has run out-
So this is a goodbye to all your negative ways-
And if I have to say it again it will come in a ******* wave-
Because these are my days and my life and if you can’t evolve with me-
Then maybe this is goodbye-
Written by
Richard Itskovich
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