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The Future


The past, the present, the future,

they aren't all the same.

If it all turns out bad,

I only have myself to blame.

Who am I as a person to question someone else's future, 

and who they want to be?

As much as I have to look forward to, 

the only thing I should be worried about is me.

Success is the the road I want to take,

the road I must go through.

When money isn't the prime reward,

I still must question, what shall I do?

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