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As I Continue
I'm not weak
I can't accept defeat
Its like a foreign language to me
Stand up strong
Tall and face them all
Defy gravity
Never a victim of depravity
Your smirks
Your sneers
Pssh all I hear are cheers
Moving along
Like a song
A step at a time
Never out of line
Just ebbing with the flow
Watch!
As I continue to grow.
Sunday 25th October 2015 2:23 am
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