Behind these walls, my success awaits me to claim and embrace it like an abandoned child.
My success is pleading for my presence and my touch. I share the same feelings. I'm not going to keep my success waiting any longer. I'm determined to caress my success.
These "walls" aren't breakable, or tangible, they're invisible.
My success is so infinite, it possesses enough elasticity to encircle the earth.
My success shall not fall into the bowels of failure.
I will marry success and we'll procreate and produce generations of success. Every success will perpetually multiply and conquer it's own domain; making it impossible for failure to invade it's territory.
Bossladywriter
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