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Mar 12
The wide of your eyes,
tight and almost blind.
Never see what ahead of you,
the vision I could build.

You just one of them from the world they build.

The vision of your sight,
narrow and despair.
What more could you see,
when you didn’t even tried.

You just part of the member never move and never view.

The future I foreseen,
bold and scary.
Failure always part of it,
why won’t you and the rest try to bet?

I’m seen what more we could be.
Success will lie on me.
Written by
Enoch
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   rick and Gabby Fuller
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