iWillMakeIt
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Senior year turned cold one day.
I fell on the ground and didn't have anything to say
I held on my stomach and cried a little or more than that
a nurse brought a wheelchair over on which i sat
Drive.
Drive for one job.
One shot.
I have one chance to succeed.
It’s my only option.
Failure won’t be tolerated.
Can’t isn’t in my vocabulary.
I’ll do what I need to make it.
