Confidence is my armour Optimism is my saviour I wander in the darkness And kiss the silence Don't tear my wings Don't force me the rings Even if I get thrashed I will land into my saviour's arms My armour would be holding my palms
I know that I really ****** up this time. I can’t say a word about this at all. In the end, I’m all that’s left on my side. Only I pick myself up when I fall. Don’t trust anyone, just keep up the hustle. I’ll find a way to pull out from my grave. Crank it out, don’t wait out, fire the pistol. I don’t care bout how hard it is, be brave. Marbled glass, hard to see through, but crystal clear. No more vulnerability, no more time. Just. Haul. ***.
Even though I know I’m down to get ****** and crash, Don’t stop till I drop.
I NEED MIRACLES TO DILUTE MY STRUGGLES WITH AN OVERWHELMING LIST OF IMPOSSIBLES WAITING TO BE ENUMERATED AS PROBABLES LEARNING TO BE PHYSICALLY STRONGER PRACTICING TO BE MENTALLY TOUGHER NOW HUSTLING IS MY ONLY INCANTATION AS SUCCESS IS MY ADDICTION
AFTER REPEATED STRUGGLES AND HUSTLES AND REPEATED FAILURES.STILL IM ALIVE,UP STRAIGHT FOR THIS CHALLENGE.I M CRAVING FOR SUCCESS.AND I KNOW I WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT WITH DIVINE'S HELP
no time to blink or yawn hustling hard dusk till dawn but failing under the sun' light being a loser in other's sight giving excuses,trying to hide very much tempted to step aside 'but every time,my affirmations fuel my desires for its next duel'
failed in exams.was totally down,after a long time of hard work,there wasnt satisfactory results.still i will work
Not too much, but very little There are very few things going on with me in them, That keeps me moving, The very few things. BIG enough to define me, Small enough to make you wonder,
If I don't drink, what will I do, You cannot take away drink from me, Don't try to, It's like taking away life from me, What is life, if not well lived, It's just only a waste of years, Well they say life is too short, So the waste will probably not be too much.