Bitcoin
A reputable digital currency
Founded when none
Believed it was real
seen it appreciate
bulls and bears
all over the years.
more than a decade now
and the journey still there.
truly a father to the digital world of currencies.
Bitcoin,
the news comes roaring,when price goes to moon,
and now the selling starts.
but my bitcoin is mine since its infancy
still hold on to it dearly.
during bears i buy, to increament my shares
and reap all the gains when the bull comes.
Bitcoin
brethren, blockchain tech at its proficiency,
together we continue to grow,
the rocket to the stars.
BITCOIN
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