My memory

Sometimes i felt my life has been a lie 2 sit here and just ask myself why
I'm not the same person i was yesterday today i wake with faith
pride holding me together and violence tearing at my soul and everything i touch doesn't wanna turn to gold
struggling with my money struggling to deal with the pain
and sitting here knowing its in my hands to set my goals wondering to myself speaking so softly will i ever be known
hoping to be discovered and my history never covered and my stories to be told

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