A Rose Growing from Concrete
Although my past is discourging
Because of situations beyond myself
Causes my change to
Define me
Everything in me is
Fighting to become
Great
Heighting my abilities
I am the start of
Joy
Kindness
Love
Must build form
Nothing
Outwieghing
Pain
Questioning every possibilities
Reading people and
Situations
To be
Unique and
Valuable to the
World
Xenodochial
Yapness for
Zeal
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