Never Giving Up
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Looking back at the year prior
Makes the road ahead seem daunting.
Taking apart the person I was,
The closest I can describe is passion.
A rekindling of a dying and tired flame, thus,
Flames burned through the night
They wouldn’t be put down without a fight.
Determination etched off each spark
Lighting up every inch of the dark.
Sitting on the couch, listening to Her family argue with each other. Sitting silently, She wonders why they hate Each other so much. They tell her she’s not good enough, But other people say she is.
I was afraid of a long road, times of trouble and times alone.
I was afraid of a hard way, working hard just to fade away.
But I know I was made for this; it's a dream I don't want to miss.
