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by renard-jackson

Piled discretion with a message with means to a amen Tired of stressing into messes with so-called men Adapt or blow in the wind counting my blessings from sins Learning a lot from my losses just to take heed when I win we are born to die a contemplation so that life's content so we posted online to see how many views we get Pleasure is a distinctive taste as for everything isn't gold from another man waste Thoughts linger and time passes people get older It's life
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