My vida
Here thy lie son of the great unkown.
Born out of the land with no chance nor hope.
Father surpases the many conflicts in life ,
for his presence not valid in the life of the wise.
Mother caregiver of an alone diciplined chiid
whose goals seek high standards no less but thiger.
The future awaits a conflictous living
for thy life is no different than a standerous being.
Beyond these halls of pure despirations
lay's a scroll with great cogradulations,
on ahead these walls will open
and a journey awaits with great hope and promotions.
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