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The Body


Mind sweats sheets of ice

I sit I sit

Contemplate life

I've looked to the pipe

I've looked to the knife

Neither seem to satisfy

So I pick up my ratatattat

Backpack

Grip life

School books

Seek improvement

Because I am no longer trying to figure out what the purpose of life is

Cause I have realized that life is priceless

So let us not price it less

No nice guys do not finish last

Step into newness

Born again from my past

I look at my future ligths so bright

I laugh

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