Me
Im not like you.
Im too much like me.
Too less of you.
I speak with fire in my eyes.
Im strong.
i never hesitate.
I always know my word.
Im stright forward.
I don"t play around im too honest.
Once i have an ideam it becomes a dream soon a goal and later reality.
But late at night the fire steams it becomes tears down my checks.
Im no longer as strong anymore.
I hesitate a bit and i can no longer find my words.
i lose my voice and i suddenly become nothing.
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