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May 2017
What you chose to save can show just who you are.
As we let the memories fill our scares and mold our soul.
Like mapping the roads we've strolled to a destination unknown.
I see no point in holding gold, but rather roads paved in life.
Filling the walls with pictures and knowing the stories of them all.
While some work for the king's silver, I fight for the joys of life day and night.
christian chickachop
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christian chickachop  cherry hill, New Jersey
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