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Dec 2015
Tell me I should do my best
But I need no help to clean this mess
All this pain I must confess
Its not in vain it fuels success
Each mental hill each spiritual test
Will train my being until death
You can shine so bright and free
Once you beat back darkness, hate and greed
Its supposed to be hard.
Coleseph Nelzsun
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Coleseph Nelzsun  Minneapolis, MN
(Minneapolis, MN)   
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