The Crossroads
The things I was taught
Are the same things that tell a story
The things I was given
Are the same things that make me who I am
A story does not begin now
It began the day I was born
A story does not end here
It continues until I reach my destination
Whoever said I would not make it
It was all lies
Whoever said I cannot be
It was a betrayer
Things comes and goes
Until loyalty is embraced and honoured
Things break you down into pieces
Until strength is found
This is a story I was born to tell
This is a story I am willing and eagerly to tell
This is a story I am meant to tell
This is a story of my life
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