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I use to die alot then I started to think.

I was blind in my eyes and followed.
But I learned to lead once I blinked.
All those pans in the kitchen sink you mean to tell me not one is dirty.
All these plans I watched sink like the Titanic.
You trying to tell me they all was worthy.
The difference in perception is the deception.
Yet we lie to ourselves and say it is as it seems.
Wearing trash thinking its bling.
Thinking all that glitters is Gold well have fun with the way you see things.
Cheers to the new life cheers to the good intellectual life. 
I opened my eyes and decided the only way to live was to do it right.
Alright I rest my mind here with this pens dying ink.
Just know it can all be over next time you blink so think.

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Nate the Great

this is my life I have a few accounts on here due to my short memory and crowded mind.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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