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Train To Success


Dark alone in a corner lye a black cloud over my head. Moditfied and discouraged so emotions start to spread. Spread to were you can see through me like an ex-ray. A disese called failure but couldnt find no cure until the next day. But the antidote was just a little HOPE. Gave me strength,nutrients and smell I call it soap. So I use it once more cause I like the way it feels. I used it agains because like co-co butter it heals. Cover up my scrars and gave me pride. You only make it in life if only one tries. So I swam through the swamp. And climbed the highest trees. Success is at the top. An unboarded passager,so the train cannot leave. As I pass by trouble with tears producing a storm. Through the lighting and thunder still I shall move on. And my pride keeps moving because Im on the way to succeed. So driver move on. Take me to hope street take me away from failure. My enemies said I cant do it. But my mama said you better. Cause your not giving up too soon or your not giving up now. If it take 1,2,3 times you better make me proud. 24 hours, 7 days a week. To buy food takes money so you no my family gots to eat. And I would study til Im old. Dark late nights until the sun is flashing gold. So there it was the day I overcome my fear. I passed the test with flying colors I almost thought a rainbow would appear. Cause there is something I must confess I must be S-U-C-C-E-S-S. Change that must to a WILL and that WILL to a CAN. So I apolgized and aboarded the train and told the driver Im sorry Im late. I couldnt move from this spot but all it took was hope and fate. But Im ready to take the to success. 

Story of my life

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keairoh

i am 18 just graduated from high school. i love expressing how i feel through art meaning drawing and writing. i might not be the best but its an enoyable hobby.

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keairoh
<p>this poem is a true story on how i overcome my fears and testing. and finally passed my test to get to college. i felt like only writing my feelings down would understand</p>

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