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Trials & Tribulations


Tight circulation I feel around my neck Every step taken, I just want to hit the deck The squeezing feeling I feel in my chest I don't let that hinder me from doing my best I'm next in line Nothing can stop my grind Even if I'm lying on my death bed I just recharge from pain killers and meds which only just put me to bed my heads just a spinning foot on the Gas maybe I'm over the limit I'm only 19 years old I'm not finished I'm filled with greatness it's only my beginning I can't give up I don't give up I won't give up Pain is apart of life Another form of pain that I will stab with a knife Another Trial & Tribulation that I will conquer, oh just be patient
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