The pain before the prize!

I hope everybody reads this,

especially the teachers who gave up on me in school.

who told me i would be nothing,

Told me i had 1 purpose

and it involved sweat

and my back.



But if those teachers could see me now,

competeing for a scholarship

with the words the used against me.

Oh how wonderful this is indeed,

you held me down and now you're the power

behind my drive to suceed.


Funny how words hurt,

hurt enough to make you stronger.

Thanks again for the words of encouragement.

who would of guessed your evil words,

Had heavenly intent.

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