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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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