Mark My Life

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Pain eats his heart
He still in the same spot gluing
All his chances are already blowing
Brilliant thoughts
Are chased by mocking
Some days he ask himself can he do more
Is that kind of life I would die for
All these attacks hit him on the core
You think you are drowning
But you still on the shore
You have been outside the game
It's time to throw in
Life's obstacles won't stop flowin'
So hit your own road instead of roamin'
The work that is done in rush
Will seem A little  bland
Cause Great things
Take time to expand
Victory do not serve upon a plate
So stop being lazy and start to be vibrant
I am not a stereotype or another clone
I rather have a distant dream
Struggling for it 
Than keep my life in the same monotone

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