The Ones Who Have Gone Before Me

They shed their blood, sweat, and tears.

Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears.

People who have made something from little nothings

That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.

They are the culprits and what inspires me.

I look up to them and remember their faithful legacies.

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