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11 years ago
come to think of it, when i go back to that dusty shelf.huff and puff, whipe and clean every moments i have.those are my memorie, theyŕe whats preacious, to say i had.all the fun, the good, the bad, and the sad times, is what still makes me glad to say.im here where im at today all because what i have done up till this single second.and im not even at the peak of my bestin.been investing, in everything, every dream that ever came across,me and my loney mind. all the time i spent, boxed in my room, my house is a prison, yeah thats what i live in, making the best of it, is what they all told me, just to take time to walk off the shit, the hard times,any little thing that went wrong in your life. just sit back and watch as you let drift on by,dont worry the bad, sad, depressed emotions, even though i know its not easy, just being the bigger person, just wait and youll see, that all this and everything has more to the meaning.and im just am in awe, realizing ive started seeing, i saw the bigger message, my hood was telling me, to progress further on like we should, cause of my talent i knew i could, it came down to the choice of whether i would, or not attempt to crawl, when tried to walk,i could only fall, again i got up on my feet,stood pround and tall, learned from my mentors i had from way before,but now im the one who is making the score,im done taking advice from them eye sores,examples, from people who’ve tried and only made more.incoviences, that were uneeded, unfoortunatly thats what we deal with.all the daily daily bull shit.forever continious bitch.now ive sat back, took every moment,i had when i was just a lad, tad bit of miss haps,stranded on the island, tryin’ not to relapse,my minds on the verge, of collapsing,times passing, while im fastinng,cause i’d rather live without all that bs,thats still happened, while i was in recess,from the test, when i was