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Lost again on this night, going to bed without a care. I did the best I could today, but yet, someone is tearing me down. It is as if I were to build a city, It wouldn’t be enough. I am expected of so much, when I can only reach the ceiling, but yet expected to reach the stars. When I try to reach those stars I fall short. So I go to bed, lost. Loosing is something that I am forced to bear. If only I could make my own expectations and not be forced to build the tallest building, even though it won’t be enough. I don’t expect you to care about my work, but I expect you to do better, if you can.





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