Starting off
The power of stress, to powerful to over come if not known how to control,
having a mind of what i'm willing to do to just saying ok, having that picture behide my back
of when will it start to waiting to end this shit of nonstop dumbest,
thought's of helping my love ones not wanting them to face what i have faced,
building my strenght to knowing i can't be put somewhere with out being able to do it.
A picture of my future not knowing where to start but to only to begin somewhere
my hands full of ideas no space for bullshit,
making it easier to understand what i really want for my family and myself
having people that keep doubting but that's normal for the cicrle of life
think about it.. anyone can make it far in life with a plan and a goal,
waiting to go home to a new life with a different outcome to scared to face the plan
i put in others, to mess up knowing i did it with a scar behide my back of not wanting more
knowing i had a big impact.
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