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I won’t stop until my dreams
will start to scare the wits out
of my soul for being too big,
too big but reachable, with
scratches in my hands, and
determination in my voice,
I shall look back and reason
out with my senses that I am
much deserved to be known
for not being afraid of my own
self-made heavens , and
start to pound my way over walls
and jump over moons, and
eclipses as the guards of
the circle in which the binding
of the cosmos and myself validated
the fact that I will be known in
my own way,
by hook , by crook
but eventually, by fate…
