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Dec 2014
My pain is used as a lethal weapon of destruction. To destroy all negativity of my past and my present production. Futuristic goals woven in my dream catcher.  Chasing every dream that I can reach within my essence.  Yes!  I am a product of my environment. The one that listened to the no-no's and the stops yelled indirectly towards me.  I claim good luck and fortune with a melody to my future.  Boosting those who wanna be boosted. I can't live the day to day self-destruction as some of my peers.  I have to do better, I'm destined to be successful through my fears.  I'm focused,  even setting dreams with high resolution, with solutions to be better than the rest absolutely. Attention set on crossing boundaries, and reaching goals. To make my momma proud and for those who wanna see me succeed. They can foresee my future, looking through a looking glass. I'm me pushing through the trails that be.
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