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Oct 2014
The truth be told,
to each is his own,
giving up, I can't condone.
Turning these goals to gold,
never gets old. It calms my soul.
Using my gifts, to spread bliss
is my purpose, it's worth it.
Received guidance,
so I return it.
This knowledge,
I've earned it,
worked hard, and learned from it.
It's called living life;
that's the verdict.
Can't win them all,
no ones perfect.
But, can't lose them all
so trying is worth it.
Just be careful how you word it.
Chasing dreams with closed eyes
without a purpose,
means your lost.
So be aware of the cost.
At all cost,
believe in yourself.
Take care,
forsake the wealth for your health,
so you can fight fear,
with the progression of self.
Even though fear isn't there,
all hope could disappear,
if your not prepared,
to take it there.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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