My life

by Beautifully Broken   May 19, 2007


Smell the sweat,
feel the chalk, taste it.
Sigh of tears
the worse thing is to talk and complain about all your fears.
Dont fall on a beam of balance,
dont rip your hands of great magnitude,
dont slow your speed.
Flying into a pit of protection powers
grace is the only one thing you need, strength, flexibility, deterimination is all you really need to succeed.
All you need, but its alway much more,
you must really want it and leave all fear left behind.

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