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Realization
Alexandra Smith


Sitting here thinking about everything that went wrong

                                Everything that I thought would stay… Is now nearly so gone.

                                I woke up today, got to see another day,

                                Guess you could give thanks in a way.

                                 

                                                                                                                                                   Back turned on the past, right now’s moving too fast,

                                                                                                                                                                                             Almost fall trying to get a grasp.

                                                                                                                                         But I always keep my head up you'll never see it switched.

                                                                                                                                               Never get into something deep I don’t know how to fix.

                                                                                                                                                              But this life is a gift these days are our presents.

                                                                                                                                                    Swear to god the people around me are heaven sent.

                                                                                                                                                     The way they keep it real, already knowing the deal.

                                                                                                                                                 Seeing my expression and knowing exactly how I feel.

                                 

                                From here on out I have a new perspective.

                                Smile, stress less calm down when it's hectic.

                                Have so many enemies guess I speak my mind a lot,

                                And I don't mean to brag but I'm happy with what I've got.

                                Fate written on my skin,

                                Never forget much, but I always forgive.

                                                                                                                                                                                   A life filled with regret is no life at all.

                                                                                                                                                                You only live once might as well sacrifice it all

                                                                                                                                                                                                             Yeah Sometimes we fall,

                                                                                                                                                                             Prides like a skyscraper standing so tall.

                                                                                                                                                      Insecurities get my best, pass the stress to the rest.

                                                                                                                                                                       Butterflies pumping in and out of my chest.

                                                                                                                                                                                                       Never knowing what's next,

                                                                                                                                    I'm touching my dreams but I’m not even close yet.

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