Sometimes I have to break free from my own confines….Stop locking my own mind…..How silly am I to try to control time…My self reflection is sublime…I’m primed for my prime…Do my words have to rhyme……expression comes in many forms…who are we to judge…we are who we are…we are the sum of the past….the present is what we add up to..exponential growth..the earth gives us life and we bury our dead in her…such an unfair trade.
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