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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Its just fear , its not meant to stay 

Its not appreciated


The fear made me counter my steps 

Told me wisdom would be best without respect 

Lost my dignity for some time 

Then it came to me , it hit me hard 

Its just me and noone else 

I can do anything but if its not for me , its not something 

Wise words i taught myself

I'll be a preacher once i get a stand 

It dont really mater if i have no pound 

All i need is the faith to put the drive on the works i wrote 

Dying inside is all i'll do if i never come through for me 

Saviour is already here but i need a breakthrough 

Only words in my confession will make me roar 

A sound i.m able to make still noone heard 

I'll put it out much louder to make a punch

You won't wonder where it came from 

Its clear like in broad daylight

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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