The sky is the limit they say, yet I havent seen it in days.

Loose paper and pen, sorrounded by men.

Trying to make it through these years, with fears.

Never thought I would end up here, I learned to hear

When I should had listened.


Five years and I"m finally out, yet all I do is doubt.

Starting new, yet with no clue.

Open the door, while my legs leave the floor, and soar.


the sky was the limit.



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