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Stop thinking about the lost, forget the cost. move on, don't even count the lost. spoken like a Boss, from a Boss. The power of will, and strength of the mind, heals everything over time; don't exhaust? All is, as it should be. Perfection is only as a could be. Four shadowing what it would be. Calling big shoots, cornering pockets, until the ball drops. blowing up spots, like Small Pox.
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
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Stop thinking about the lost, forget the cost. move on, don't even count the lost. spoken like a Boss, from a Boss. The power of will, and strength of the mind, heals everything over time; don't exhaust? All is, as it should be. Perfection is only as a could be. Four shadowing what it would be. Calling big shoots, cornering pockets, until the ball drops. blowing up spots, like Small Pox.
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
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