April 18th

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Drive

Yes, like the car but not really,

its a special thing really,

I don't know how to describe it,

sometimes it hard to focus on such a thing,

a thing we can't see,

that we can only feel flowing within our veins,

a tension,

a motion to do better,

to go higher,

to win.

Yes, I want to win,

I have goals to achieve,

and places to go.

And I will not,

do you hear me?

I will not let you stand in my way,

of my everlasting, hot blooded,

Drive.

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