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Morning realization


Get up, and start a new day. Same things I'm just doing it in different ways. Waiting and waiting for something good and new to come. I can't continue like this if I'm not getting anything done. So I wake up and realize that it's my turn to finally try, To become something I wish to become, to conquer everything that I'm trying to fight. I sit there thinking that this is my relevation, to change myself and remember that virtue is patient. This morning I realized that I am in the way of myself. I know I am and I just can't help it. But now I see the answer and what I have to do, I have to stop being afraid and that is what I realized what I need to do. 

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