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A product of my pain, my tears; being fed up

Wanting to be whole,

wanting to understand my capabilities.

In thes lifetime.

This world. 

The good. The bad. And the ugly.

Am i the Last Cowboy.

What year is this....

Whats today. At best?

Am i the best. Its not easy its not fair...But it's possible,

the begining of hardwork sometimes has tears.

Tears aren't always pain, sometimes they're hurt, ander, someone lost.

Trying to find they're way and frustration.

But, without them, How can one see

anyone. But maybe im better than onel

Not everyone. Im sure i want to be the best me

For no one else ....4 me, if i inspire; if i enlighten; or spark even one; ignition for one, i humble myself...

So, today..i will have patience....

it goes unanswered, unfinished,,,i have not found the answer...;Yet, I'll carry the question...

who am I.....

 

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