I made it.
I fought.
I died.
I was reborn.
But I made it.
I never gave up the fight.
Now I'm on the top.
The sky is below me,
The world is mine.
I don't want it.
I accomplished what people dream of.
But I'd give it away in a heartbeat.
This world that is mine,
That is my oyster,
It is unwanted and ***** to me.
But the mantra in my head keeps me going.
I must have it.
I must succeed.
I am afraid of failure only.
I made it,
I made it,
I made it.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
I made it.
I fought.
I died.
I was reborn.
But I made it.
I never gave up the fight.
Now I'm on the top.
The sky is below me,
The world is mine.
I don't want it.
I accomplished what people dream of.
But I'd give it away in a heartbeat.
This world that is mine,
That is my oyster,
It is unwanted and ***** to me.
But the mantra in my head keeps me going.
I must have it.
I must succeed.
I am afraid of failure only.
I made it,
I made it,
I made it.
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