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Future


Feelings are hurt, 

shot by bullets of words.

I plod on.

"It doesn't matter", 

I chanted.

As of now, things are hectic

Yet my future will be bright,

as long as I try. 

Life will go by,

the present will become the past.

But before it does 

I pave the way 

for the oncoming days, 

Taking care of what needs to be done.

Seeking new opportunities, experiences, and challenges.

I'll grow to what I want to become. 

Someone that'll inspire others to reach their goals with

evrything they've got.

 

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