We've come to a fork in the road with no warmth and nothing to hold; just books of the tales told. Everyone is pushing back. Pushing back on the path I lead. Full force with a hope and a dream. I used to think they could never stop me. Everyone is pushing back. This fine line separates me from a good man. Following sleepless in the footsteps layed by those before me. But sometimes I feel I may never be free but I'm free to dream. How can I grow how can change when my roots are made of promised fate. I've been fertilized with lies and truth be told, I can not rise without a passion to own. It's just I've never felt so alive. You can go fuck what you call paradise. This life is my life. This is the last time you try to change me. These dreams are mine to own. And I'll hold it with all embrace. Now's the time I turn my life around.
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