Being poor,
Has become a certainty for me,
I have rejected my dad's money
To go off on my own
And how do I survive it?
I can survive because
I'd **** and eat your family's
Precious little dog
Before I'd let myself starve

This time it will work out.
This time it's different.
This time it's special.
She said,
every,
time.

They ask why I gave up.
They ask why I let them win.
Constantly nagging at why I let it happen.
What did I do it for?
I didn't do it for him,
I didn't do it for her.
I did it for me.

Crystalline shards, we are what we choose to be..
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                                                                ­     .  .   at my own feet.. ..