I create till my eyes grow weary, till my hands cramp up, till my ink runs out, till my thoughts can't flow. So tangible, yet so distant....I want it bad...In my mind, I've created my shine, I've watched me succeed, and I felt the moment. This is my time to authenticate it and time has been wasted...Precious as the the moon, gone in a blink and can't be retrieved. I can't give up much more of it....so I create till my eyes grow weary, till my hands cramp up, till my ink runs out, till my thoughts can't flow because time isn't waiting for me. I'll never stop trying to get it...my love, my goal, my passion, my dream. I eat, sleep, and breath it. It's my lifeline and my legacy....I want it so bad and when It's had....I'll never stop...I'll continue to create till my eyes grow weary, till my hands cramp up, till my ink runs out, till my thoughts can't flow, till creativity is strained. Goodnight All..Lovelove-JangSoon
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