To my friends

Trust as a medal pinned to the chest
To symbolize the hardest of the conquests.
A selection of persons
Worth a clean intention
And a clear will.
Those who choose the straight path in the field
That nobody is walking
And make a new path for all.
Those who taste spicy food
With trepidation and a laugh bursts.
Those who don’t talk
But tell the must important story.
Those who live far
But are always with me.

Struggle is my name

Words that tell the truth
But they are not complete
Fall unheard by the students.
Correlations with no soul
Align to my desire.
What is true, what is real?
I open my eyes and become aware
Of value and significance.

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