I’m focused on my goals.
I have a hard time with admitting defeat.
Closed doors are only climaxes in my life.
I bookmark segments of sadness I had to experience.
I look back and forth to emotions.
I look at what has become of myself.
I don’t quite know who I really am.
But, I guess that’s what you call a work in progress.
Each year I grow older,
Each year shows my changes, it might be physical or from interior.
Just listen because I have more to say.

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