weeping successor

Sometimes it takes shedding a tear to feel like your empty of a moment's despair. Were clear is as near as a windshield wipe upon a smear of fear. Forbidden to lose my mind I need to breathe one more time, for I will find my grind I know that its my time. Like a great in his prime. I'll transform into mines. Were the limits are breakable & success is obtainable. My path rearrangeable, life becomes maintainable. Ion ask for much but expected to give my best, never cheated for the best. Worked hard to pass this test! So give me credit if I far surpass the rest..


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