Another day, I woke up in pain.
My right hand swollen, went to sleep late.
All last night, like usual started to think about my life.
A story to tell, so many things written down, never sure how to start my book off right.
Events are scattered, I'm every where, my dream of becoming a writer, years pass by and I'm still here trying to figure out what really matters.
Can I really be as good as some say i am,
or am I thinking to much, could it be the reason I'm stuck, can somebody tell me whether or not I should give up.
My dream, of one day becoming a writer, through my words I want to inspire, those who know what it's like to live life being someone that others say don't matter.
©mamacita
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