Champion

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Some people have to learn, some people wait their turn, some people but not me ‘cause I was born a champion. Some people have to fight, some people give their life, some people don’t believe but I was born a champion. 


Breath. 


I don’t need any assurance. I don’t need anyone to be proud of me, or to believe in me. Nothing can slow down my energy, nothing can misdirect my drive. There is honestly nothing that I feel I cannot achieve. My confidence lives very close to delusion. To the sane, I’ve lost my mind quite a while back. 


Benjamin Vertiago Raphael, you were born for this. 

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