She held to hope
Her hands, bleeding
From piercings the
thorns of denial
had caused. Her
Ambition was the
Fuel in her tank, it
Kept her going.
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AMBITION
She held to hope
Her hands, bleeding
From piercings the
thorns of denial
had caused. Her
Ambition was the
Fuel in her tank, it
Kept her going.
