Selfish
Dear me,
I've made it this far, but I gotta keep going.
They pushed me down, but I fought and fought until I got up.
I wiped my tears and now look at where we are my dear.
This is just the beginning, the best is yet to come.
Several have looked down on me,
Oh but now honey their neck will be soar from looking up at me
So don't quit now
I need to make my parents proud,
my enemies jealous,
and myself happy.
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