I Am...
The dark days of my past still echo,
They notify me that I am still human.
Their voices scream that there is no hope,
But why crumble down and mope?
I'm kind, I will consider anyone a friend,
Even those people who pushed me in the shadows.
But now, I can count on those people to give me a hand,
And it is all because I proved to them I am grand.
Until the very last day I will prove my might,
I am Garrett Piofcyk, and this is my light.
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