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I stalk success with greed I think i'm high on **** An apparent aggression. No room for depression. No time to rest. To success, i,m a pest.. i follow her everywhere.. I'm not a victim of fear. Success is so proud; a fact without a doubt. still i pursue with pride. my emotions, i cannot hide. strength apparently spent. still, i'll never relent. i will chase your vagour.. adrenaline absolutely pours. i'm a man with purpose; a victim of an overdose. i'm drowned in optimism.. i slay every subjective criticism.
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
SUCCESS
I stalk success with greed I think i'm high on **** An apparent aggression. No room for depression. No time to rest. To success, i,m a pest.. i follow her everywhere.. I'm not a victim of fear. Success is so proud; a fact without a doubt. still i pursue with pride. my emotions, i cannot hide. strength apparently spent. still, i'll never relent. i will chase your vagour.. adrenaline absolutely pours. i'm a man with purpose; a victim of an overdose. i'm drowned in optimism.. i slay every subjective criticism.
We fall sometimes because the best version of us is yet to be discovered giving up might not be the best option what get you going? Maybe you are too good to fail....
FrankG
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21/M/lokoja
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
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