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Oct 2014
There comes a time when our unfathomably complicated souls turn around and look at themselves.

And at this time, your bad math grades won't matter.
Your failed relationships don't count
and your pimples or wrinkles don't show.

All that you'll see, staring back at yourself, is how far you've come

                                                       *and how far you'll go.
And you will go far, I just know it.
Kite
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