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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