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Hope


With all this talent I see before me, I work harder and harder for results. But results don't show who I am to be, As it is to myself many insults. I don't choose to take this long dreadful route, It's who I am against many talents. Though it is the reason why I'm in doubt, As it is up to me to keep balanced. Now balance is no longer an option, I work harder and harder for results. I will beat them for I am a toxin, As I'm more mature to beat these adults. For now, all I can do is really hope, As I'll go do my best and never mope.
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