Mistakes make a better you
Call me cursive, all my verses are carefully written,
Pensive when I'm I spittin'
Paid my dues like out of state tuition,
Forged by heat, been through ups and downs like pistons in engines,
Was in a slump, I didn't like my script as it was written,
But I kept trying to test my best feat,
Delete and repeat until my cypher's complete,
Destinations are boring, never journey to cheat,
Rather gather your bearings and guide your hide true,
Mistakes are blessings and help to make a better you.



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Mistakes my poet, made me who I am. I still try to do better there for I still make mistakes
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Same here - thanks!
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