What Moves Me
People, they are either despised or loved, and despite all the evils in world we are bound to it.
We fight, we love, we hate, we get along, and with so many different people we manage to still be thriving.
I love, I hate, I fight, but what moves me is people. I love to help people and give everything that I can to see their success. I hate to see people devastated from an unfair world, or those who cannot appreciate what they have been given. I fight those who only hate, and fight those who love too much as to not get hurt.
People make me tick.
People are my stress.
People are passion
People hold me back
People keep me going.
They keep me going.
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