There's enough hate going on so I spill champagne over glass flutes then raise them like my ambitions; celebrating those that arrive at where I aspire to be a toast to my attempts and trials that light a fire in me real strength is in restraint, not boasting, so I admire the meek embracing every nose bleed, I acquire climbing, defying my fear of heights daring to higher my peak and when I get there...what a glorious view I may need to sit down, take it in, and pour me a few White Wine only when the Sunrises Red Wine, only when the sun falls knowing somewhere in the world it's already tomorrow so I bask in being able to see what my near future may look like and the audacity to change it, if for some reason it may not look right I believe myself brave, willing to close my eyes and go to sleep because waking up isn't promised, but at least I'll go in peace so I raise my glass, swallowing fruition, and savoring pride celebrating each person I've known still courageously living life
RUSSELL
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