Make Us
As a child expectations make us. Growing up we feel them break us. the expectation to suceed. The expectation preasure is to much. The preasure is felt harder and harder. Expectations build our struggle. When we struggle we learn. Learning is power. Intending for expectations to be love. A push, expectations make us.
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