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Boffin


We are all our own mad scientists Creating ourselfs at every chance we get Our labs are not necessarily rooms of beakers and chemicals Rather place we travel to That further help shape us Our chemical composition isn't always the same Helping us adapt to change Don't be defined by the pain you encounter along the way Use it to guide you before it fades away
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