ME.

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After this well-oiled campaign
Now it’s time to assume office
Plot 23, Pensylvania Avenue
I got no Idea, what this really means
But I know, it’s gonna be different
From the room 22, I have been
For the past one year
So in love, so in life
Survival for the fittest
Or you are X like Malcolm
So why do we live?
Ask Socrates or Mallotes
As for me, I live to believe
My own will
Never dogmatic, always diplomatic
Playing around, with the tune of life
I hate it sometimes, when I get hurt
By appointment, with disappointments
Time and again, I have secured
Wasted opportunity, grants
Wasted brains, Aide
Wasted time, scholarships
But, I am okay with that
As long as I live
My philosophy lives
No mistakes, no heartbreaks
Can take away what you meant to be
To my family, friends and wellwishers, I am truly humbled
For always being there for me
Shout out to my haters, sorry you couldn’t face me
We started from, the bottom, now we here
You and I both know
God isn’t done yet, with me
And it is my wish
That what begins in me, shall change the world
I’mma live my life, till I am dead

23 here I come, to conquer the world

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