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Tell me a weight of the world in your screaming past.
Stuck is the ways that wont solve anything that will make the day away.
Yet to survive the day and have it weigh more than to wait on someone to pave the way for anything in mind.
Must poetry and prose mingle together and go to the delphi and ask for advice.
Just to tell yourself;
the road to my own destiny lies not in wait,
but the weight in a form of dense stress to make it great.
It proves nothing but to wait on Destiny to make it hate the path it goes through and make me go hardcore on each day.
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