At first I blamed myself,
My best wasn’t good enough,
The distance continued to grow,
I tried to impress,
But you just forget,
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And now I’ve grown up,
I have cried all my tears,
And cried for so many years,
I continued to try and impress him,
And still he wouldn’t listen.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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