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Jul 2016
Isn't it funny to think and recognize
That there are no real rules
Other than to give goodness, walk away from badness
But do, stand your ground. Your guts.

You and me
We have the opportunity to make this
What we want of it
No matter our circumstance
Or financial umbilical cord
Theres truly no road map
No guidelines
Just freedom.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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