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Things different yield thoughts of change
I'll bite
I'll apprehend myself and stay in this chair of hopelessness until I feel an unction for physical change
But If I fail then I'll only have everyone but myself to blame
Way to think
Way to accuse the unaccussable
So we all have mind and we all have body
We all have use and we all have fervency
Be excellent
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