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Head Held High

" I wish* they could see I'm doing the best that I can, even when I'm falling down. I'm gonna keep trying. Everyones got their opinions, &&' everyones got something to say. People always pulling me in different directions. I know its deeper than I'm feeling. But I'm gonna keep my head held high. I'm tired of everyones exspectations. I really wanna be the best that I can. But I'm always fighting. It's like I got to prove myself. I don't wanna sound like I'm complaining, but sometimes I wish I was someone else. "
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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June 3, 2013 at 3:28 PM
Walking forward. Walking on. Expectations are the enemy. Some good, real talk here.
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