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BE A MAN ABOUT IT


I'm a border line genius who's bored of his lines. I'm a undefined illness that lives in the mind. I'm the river of conflicttion, who's bored to define. Imma always sit back with my alien mind. Imma let my rain of sin tell the world all the lies. I swear I think this kid has lost his mind. I told him to speak on topics that the world could apply. But I guess he's sitting back, annoying my replies. So I guess I'll strike first, giving the world peice of my mind. Imma different side of truth, Zaemon won't apply. He's a little bit afraid I may take it to the world so high. That you'll start to see fire works all up in the sky. I'm a demon in design speaking everything that's right. I'm not afraid to die, we all gotta go sometime. So do it right. Be the first person to speak your own mind. Don't follow nobody who doesn't know their own life. They'll only lead you to tragedies you can do on your own time. plan to be dangerous, putting your mind to your weightlift. Never lift weightless, because you're not giving yourself a challenge. Be a man about it, and get out to show the world what you will accomplish.
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