This is all so perfect, the stuggle is worth it

and its doing way more than only scratching the surface

creating something beatuful and backed with a purpose

we can fly for 3 minutes forgetting whoever hurt us

i love it, i live it, i breath it

ill strive for my best because i know my family needs it

I rip a page out make a plane and fly away on a melodie

and let happiness of my words carry me 

i rip a page out make a plane and look down on reality

so high and free with my soul

when nothing goes right

i know a blank page is waiting there for me

so i just glide, and when i land, another blank page is waiting there for me,

i click my pen and im gone 


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