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fate


I open up a box of hope,

I open up a crate of my fate,

I hold on tight to my life rope,

hopefully I won't have to wait and it doesn't come late

 

good or bad,

win or lose,

pick and chose,

hot or cold,

sad and mad,

young or old,

oneday i'll story will began to unfold

 

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Iḿ M, I like reading, writing, cooking, acting, and helping others. Good luck to other poets out there, and never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard it seems.

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