Love, learn, live, is it all a game. We love then we hate, is it all the same. We struggle in disguise, but rise upon their eyes. The pain we never show, the tears we try to hide. The love we show to many, whether lost and never found. The hate that we receive, whether up or ever down. And still we choose to rise, as we go up above the skies. The heavens will know our name, the hells will know our pride. Our life is like a seed, and forever they shall know. You cannot stop a seed, that is forever meant to grow.
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Hey my name is Anthony Baisden I love to travel, eat, and motivate the hell out of people. View more posts