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Dragging Success


Who knows what I can be but I myself Who knows what I am to become but I myself Once trembling with fear I now except my future I am to become what once was and what will continue to be I am to become the success derived from an awakened soul A soul that reaches out to perseverance, but cannot reach out far enough to grab it with an open hand sometimes only holding on with two fingers I continue to pull my way towards my destiny my destiny, my future, my career despite what trouble I may face despite the threads that may grasp hold of me I shall not let go I will keep fighting, and keep striving for success because without action we shall receive no justice
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