Four Leaf Clovers
Overcome.
Vainity was my addiction
Even now it's my affliction.
Rivers running
Away, away, the burning
Sun. Sunsets are limited,
You never know which will be your last
One. One burst of beauty,
That's us. One big burst of beauty.
And then a question.
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My mom raise me brother and I as a single mother who struggled to pay bills or provide for her two kids. But, I don't let that affect my life. Sure it didn't have the happiest beginning but that doesn't mean that my story won't have a happy ending.
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