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I made a promise to myself

Above me

I feel place no one else

The passive chick is gone

Resisting abundance all along

Wrote the lyrics of this song

Of such high vibration

Sounding so monotone

Grateful for the baton I won’t be passing

Shattered the cycles of toxic fashion

For my daughter

I’ve realigned my traction

No longer a train wreck

Had to regain some control

I was losing all self respect

But grateful this slippery wheel

I’ve gained a hold.

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