To be one of the few that are chosen
Remember the past is gone
And the future has yet to come concerning
Time.
If the word's have to be pulled from
You by chain, don't do it.
And only then if you get that lucky
Break, do it for yourself.
Your feelings must be as hard as rock
With an ego smaller than a snail.
When in truth you are vulnerable be humble
The words you write are your bragging right's.
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