my intention is to chase a life of bliss , but rather I'm jolted on life's uneven grounds, my countenance frowns.
All to often th this epistle exclaims out what lifes journeys are all about.
Encumbered by the many tunnels to obtain success, pursuing is no alternative-this passion of hope won't allow me to rest.
ms travail births a child named prevail.
Exiting my shell.
Refusing to be tarnished gold...my powers unfold , like the greatest mountain I will stand bold !!!
©ruthode
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