Strive

I wish to be better than expected.
I strive for a tad bit under perfection.
It is said to be impossible but if you believe in yourself and have the support behind you why not reach for it.
Broken wings shall take me higher.
Take me high above my past, high above those struggles.
So many changes, so much pain, so many salty drops of uncontrolled emotions.
I made a promise, a promise to myself to keep a smile upon my face and to keep my chin facing those beams which I adore,
because I,
Tatyana Candies McNish,
am a wonderful young lady who will conquer her enemies and become the best of her abilities

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