My Inspiration, My motivation
Motivate is like running from your mistake. As a small child all I wanted to do was be great.
Left alone that was my fate. A dollars to spare, a dollar here and there.
Me and my mind is what led me there. I was always trying to find motivation, was always
wanting someone to say they are proud, but what I needed to know was me and my own mind
was speaking to me loud. I am my own motivation, my own violation. I had people to never be like, I
knew not to do what they did and that was my dedication. All you need to do is believe in yourself and be
your own motivation, and that makes me my own inspiration.
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