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A grade

A goal

A purpose

Coming to the end of year, we take one last breath in order to reflect.

This year is different, four years of experience to weigh.

Should I tell you a story of success of reject?

But rather I’ll tell you this

Childhood energy and emotion, mixed with world-wide ambitions.

Clichés had no meaning until we saw meaningful failure.

Failure has never looked this ill till we saw admission.

But we made it

Good intentions, bad decisions more likely mentions

No matter your race, no child wants the police to talk to their parents.

The close calls’, the almost’s and the never have’s

But we did take with us the have’s J

Friends, too many to count, a number of them may have sold me out

Blood dripping down the spine, the dagger is actually mine.

The “moment” friends, here for a moment but gone in a drought

But we did have the “friend’s moment”

Would there be any harm in telling you I haven’t done this before

Or these winds are breaking down my fort?

Or that I do not have a plan, old sport?

But maybe, the plan actually worked

My motivation may have been depleted but I have grown disciplines

My failures were hurtful, but I have grown calluses

Their clichés are now my own words of wisdom

And I pleasantly give them

The contradictions of persons make the reality of people

I would rather die enormous than live dormant.

So I treat this line like my last

And my last like my first

With any demand or strain placed on me I approach it headfirst