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Personal Challenges
This four leaf clover has lost its luck
Oh these memories don't remind me of my good fortune
I rely on my hope to still believe in Tomorrows.
Because Todays are less, than promising.
Fore all of the Yesterdays have shaken me up- and I'm fed up with being dissapointed- because being this, has appointed me to a buriel in my own misery and I'm dove into like ocean- like a ocean- with nothing but a bottomless pit- or am I just complaining- or am I wrongfully depicting- the life.... that you have handed to me- but allowed these fools to ruin it- like this.
Oh youths, are spent in twirls of mediocre rotations as they watch the emotionless representations of what it means to live in this nation- mature- aware- as an adult.
All alone in a party-
Dancing to the very tunes in their head, keeping themselves... alive.
As another song plays on the radio.
We're leaning towards nothing.
But we're willing to fall for anything.
Because we have already lost everything.
But ourselves.
And that is all we need- to have it all again.
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