Flying to my through the
Flying to my through the sky,
saying all of my good-byes,
To a better world I procceed,
But it wasn't so easy indeed,
Bullied and treated unfairly,
Never understood the possibility,
To grow up with toughness,
Iron skin of absoluteness,
Making better friends,
And hope it never ends,
Learning my mistakes,
And step back and retakes,
Realizing the person I am,
And ending the toxicity with a slam,
Retake my life and saw a new,
And start to brew,
Richness and experience with high expectations,
I am here now without hestiations.
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