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I count the hours. I count the days. Time is something that can only be wasted. If Life was a person, they would be disappointed. Life and Time are cousins. They are related by the things that they do. Who can I be to tell you Life and Time can also be your friends too. Even when we are down and feel pushed around.
I listen to many sad songs. I write a sad song. My name is Brian, but Bryan with a “y”. He was always afraid to fly, yet he was even more tired of being stuck on this island. Growing up, they told him: “Son, don’t ever be tired of trying. I would be lying if I told you, ‘I never tried on a pair of wings, and believed that one day I can become a King’”. Bryan with a “y”, spread your wings and fly. You ain’t learning anything from Icarus, and besides the only thing that is holding you back is fear. There are no such things as limitations, we can make America a great nation. There’s nothing wrong with flying too close to the sun; you just got to dive, and just keep swimming.
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