I envy the people beside me.

They have the newest, the latest, the flashiest,

I have the cheapest I could find

They talk about the exotic places they go every few months

I can only dream to go,

But I remember

I don’t want an easy life not one I was handed.

God gave his strongest soldiers the hardest lives,

and today I’ll make something out of it.

I’m making my own life,

one step at a time…

Still I’m not perfect,

but I’ll be my own version of perfect,

for once I'll be myslef.


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