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Hills Are Not For Kings
Feelings of resentment, I spurred my immaturity, my old man, bestowed his lousy gift of unwanted knowledge. taking from him lessons, ungratefully, these lessons were for life and patience, I saw as he worked the entire world. From basketball grounds, to going to my bedroom, home court advantages all his, sitting on his throne Angers swelling high Embarrassment had I My day would come soon Early years had I that passed, enduring all those moments, feelings disappointments almost every day, I grew numb I, believing for long stints, life does not care for happiness such as mine, and I gazing at the man of the hour every hour like royalty, taking my defeats less like a man, more like a subject would he ever pass the scepter? Spending those moments I appreciated more In the coming years I watched five o'clock shadows, form on the court, his face, our memories, I felt new kinds of sadness to win Getting closer to his score, understanding his game more each day, I panicking, so used to being the loser thought those days would never end, a mentality to fail once more might revive our spirits Mutual respect Changing of the guard had come All so bitter sweet
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