'motivation'

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Too busy looking back at what I had To appreciate where I'm at, world in hand Missing the mistakes, every misstep taken Missing the mysteries the world has awaken   Begrudgingly trudging through time passed
In a desert All alone With no one around Only myself Looking to see What is out there for me   Suddenly getting this feeling
Blood. Sweat and wind.My right hand is burning, and I'm too cold.
When one ponders on the word, “Inspiration”, Images of Sparks, fireworks, Laughter, cheer, And gleaming bright lights Come to mind. Oddly enough I sometimes see
Motivation is the dedication that drives me every day  It’s like how the sun don’t let the clouds cover the cheering rays  Play and find the way until goals become the better pay
From the very beginning my own family would laugh at my dreams at our family gatherings and Crush my heart resulting in me thinking that disappointment is all that life will bring me
I am more, More than what they say I am, More than what they think I can be.   I don’t care, If anyone thinks I can do it, If anyone thinks I’m worth it, Or if anyone wants me to succeed.
I was withdrawn before. But Now I'm open. Open to the idea of being closed and Lonely. The difference between it All, is what your seeking and hoping. Set yourself to fall then you'll surely be broken.   
Let me take a moment. Hold up ? was that too long ? Let me try again.  Okay wait, I think I got that wrong.  No, you're tripping, that's entirely way too much thought. 
I woke up today, I think I won.  I didn't jump to conclusions, like so many other times I've done. I opened my eyes without desire to close them again.  I stepped out of bed without desire to withdraw them in.
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