I can't wait to be my own person
in only 3 quarters of a year
ill be able to find out what's wrong
ill be able to be free
ill be able to be fucking me
for the first time
ill be able to be true to myself
it gives me the want to be whole again
retrieve those stolen pieces
taken by ones not much worthy for my ultimate goal
leave those in the dust as i pry and play
just for a chance to be the hero of so many
to be looked up to as one of the best ever.
people like magi, they're the ones i look up to
because i will be just like them
ill succeed
ill be great
and ill be a teacher to those around me
just being good at such a competitive and technical game
and preying upon the mind games people play
in order to be someone with the target on their back
and to enter such a cocky yet striving for power era
is what i wish of myself
to be such a public enemy, but recognized as the best?
i want to prove everyone wrong
i want to make everyone regret ever not being my practicees
i want my own practices to be revered and respected
i want to be such a good player that people beg to play me
only for me to inconsiderately destroy them
disregarding matchups with my brain and skill
i told that bitch im in my zone, the world is what i own <3
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
