Europa's Space Of Poetry

i won’t*

see what I won’t do is break my heart; I won’t tear my life apart! I’m gonna make sure I excel; I won’t send myself to hell…

I’m looking out for my own well-being; I’m making my own agreements.

I control this ship; I won’t allow my plans to publicly slip.

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