My time
Why not me, who says it has to be you.
We put in the same work, the grind is the same.
Faith without works mean nothing.
who do I beleive in if not God and myself.
so bring it on again and again.
I may bend but I want break.
Beleive that. Life is always game time.
And in that game it is MY TIME
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