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My opinions are not made to gather fame.
My opinions are not made to impress.
For I know I'm not a success or prodigy child
Not by a long mile.
Not much style.
It's not worth it, hasn't been for a long while.
I keep planting my beds of roses hoping one of them will grow.
Inspire and show.
Shine and glow.
But again I hear the woe is me.
What a rotten apple tree
A fall far to be free.
An with it a celebration of my passion
I'm not dashing
In fact most consider me far from attractive.
Keywords being most.
And with I must toast.
Of knowing love, and what a gift it comes from above.
A happening of chemical interactions.
Romance as I dream it.
I have achieved multiple times before.
Just as the pain with images and names.
I sit high on this plateau
Waiting for my something
Looking for my something
Not by the words I write
But by the work I do every day and night.
I get up every morning thinking to myself
What can be accomplished.
Others hate me for it so be it.
I will not attack their creditability
For who knows they might be right.
But that's for me decide.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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