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Jul 2018
Riding through the city like what am I still doing here
People die everyday
But every one moves on after time
My pain runs deep
I can’t do nothing about it
Can’t even sleep
Stressing holding back tears
Of defeat
Cherish what you have before it’s gone
Most times in life you don’t get a second chance
Everyday you should be the best that  you could be
Somone that envy can’t see what you see
Written by
Ernest Chisholm
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