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Yes, I admit......I lost.....confederately....

The sheer thought and idea that isnt me...

Creating ideas that transcends time and eternity.

Yet, and so yet.....it's hard to equate that demon that dominates my very well being...

Tried and true, like black and blue...the scares that leave me floating in the clouds of emense obesity.....

Full of lies....hate...but disguise...

Yet the light still craves the good that lies within me..

And I'm always on my knees not to be a sore loser, but yet stand an Absymal winner

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