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Jun 2021
Get used to fall, crawl,
step up, then fall again,
with faults we rise,
we get roses and thorns.

From life we learn,
for death we live,
each in our own fields
we reach our peaks.

Smiling and weeping,
losing and seeking,
steady and stubborn
our seeds are ruined.

Fools are small-minded,
the wise learn from actions
some lives are electable
to manipulate.

Hopes are crushed
I repeat myself, I yell
but they never hear
my time's a waste.

Don't think I'm strong
if I lose my mind
and get myself together
in less than a heartbeat,
that's all my life.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
(23/M/NotFoundYet)   
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     Stratus, Brett and Junior McIntyre
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