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Everything you are has been in existence for millions of years.
Your race is mysteriously appears.
Bombardiers instantly turn into budgeteers.
Look at me now 30 years old and I went from careers to working as cashiers.
Dead ears hear no cheer.
All hope has disappeared and my mind seems to become clear.
Poor Poor me! Its your worst fucking fear.
Sometimes the biggest fear is for a social engineer.
Which is basically a volunteer who adheres to being a cog in the gears.
It's out of my sphere, but i often get dirty sneers from those who call themselves peers.
I treat them like breakable antique souvenirs;
Wipe u the smears and make sure nothing reappears.
But always say fuck the fears.
Challenge yourself to concur them and adhere to the ethics of your social peers.
When I drink a bunch of beers.
My body feels cavalier and it spears all my silly fears like a bow to a deer.
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