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I've been given a clean slate, wiped clear     
They told me that this was it, no more tears    
I was given this  blank paper to write my story  
To brainstorm a future and then tell my glory 
It'S purpose I suppose is to create an outline 
To become one with fate and life's design          
I could make a life filled with luxury and pride 
or one that's based on peace, I can't decide   
But of course one with loyal and loving friends 
Where there is never a reason to pretend                               
I could make a message of hope and desire     
No one would be sad, no one would tire            
I would base it in a small town, quiet but fun 
The parties won't shut down until we see sun  
what a wonderful story it would become   
people would read it and they would come. 

Unfortunately, the whole scenario is fake 
That's the kind of life that we can't make   
They want me to believe that this is my shot 
To build whatever I want, give it all I've got      
But that's not the case, I know it's all a lie    
They are sugar coating reality so I don't cry   
They didn't "give" me a new and clean slate 
they just took my old one , but left the hate     
this paper is blank not because I get to choose 
its because I have nothing left to lose
I barely made it when my world suddenly died
It was ripped out of my hands, my faith denied                                                      
I am still  learning still from the old life that I led                                                                                  
I know that its memories will never be dead                                                            
I know I am the one who caused the end                                
I am the one who lost every single friend       
The fresh start was my creation by mistake    
Or shall we call it destruction so I could make 
I alone am the controller of what is to be           
I am the person who molds today, just me    
Tomorrow will be a reflection of choices today
So its time to start building a new pathway
I am not going to tell you a perfect lie          
And I refuse to paint just a beautiful sky                 
my story shall be much more than a tall tale    
It will show strength and also how I fail                  
it will tell of suffering, happiness and greed      
it'll have people who are broken and in need      
I want my journey to have meaning and truth    
If we had no challenges, we would have no proof
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