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Jun 2014
I search for better days while I reminisce of my past. It seems like happiness is temporary the pain forever lasts. Forget our laughs yet remember our tears. Logic the only solution to our fears. Days turn to years. Weeks turn to months. Forget our hardships after inhales from a blunt. Never rush greatness, move at the right paces, don’t think about yesterday tomorrow it leads to a life wasted.
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Seven Socrates
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