It's something about when the ink leaves my pen…
It's like my heart spills out in letters…
It's like my soul spelled out on paper…
That brief bit of time when you stare in the mirror…
And your thoughts look back…
Cause as a man thinketh...so is he
So I've been thinking…
It's something about when your dreams escape your fears…
It's like your faith grows wings…
It's like your hopes become new…
And your vision for a future…
Is brightly painted in the colors of persistence, patience, and preparation
But it starts with self love first...
So just embrace the process even when it hurts…
Cause the best part is when…
The best version of yourself matches your reflection.
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