struggle
I didn't grow up on a silver spoon
But I had faith that my life was going to change very soon, crying myself
to sleep almost every night hoping
and praying that everything
was going to be alright
Nobody seen my pain they just seen that smile that always remained the same
never thought I was ever going to break through all my troubles
I refuse to let the pain double
from the little meals, house to house , no guidance , no support
I felt like I was all alone
but I still had the strength in my bones
I knew I could get through any situation all I needed was motivation.....
my struggles built my strength
my pain gave me faith
but there was a smile that couldn't go to waste
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