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The myth of the eye


They said eye couldn't.

But I did.

They said eye won't.

But I have.

They wouldn't see me as me, they said it was Eye not them.

It is I who will succeed, it is I who will become someone, it is I who will go beyond the barriers

But their Eyes say I'm childish

their eyes say I'm crazy 

their eyes say it won't happen

MY I's make DREAMS into REALITY

My I's don't waste time staring at limits my eyes are full of solutions

in the end their eyes never mature 

they live wanting my I's !

For I am Cinderella

and I am the president of the U.S.

 

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