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Feb 2016
Everyday I live my life wondering,
when will I be good enough.
When I reach that level,
where the world falls behind me.
And I no longer think but do.
When will we be good enough,
to have for only a second of fame?
We all wonder this.
If not now then later.
Always lingering in the back of our heads.
Mr E
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Mr E
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   Rapunzoll
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