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To begin


To begin something, with a blank mind

to begin somthing, where only time

can tell you if it's what you thought

only time spent, to figure what you've bought.

 

Most people never begin, 

because you can't go back again

but to not start

is worse than a broken heart. 

 

So take a chance

close your eyes

breathe in, one two ten

I promise you'll love yourself

in the end. 

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