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Dreams


I'm not there but still hoping for the better. Hope I get a shot like a bullet proof sweater while getting all the cheddar like Mickey does at Disney. I'll never miss the chance even if I'm too busy. Yea like a honeybee having to stay focused. With money in my eye like their on my bifocals. In my glasses my class is so first class I leave my bags in coach won't move them no extraction. With no distractions I'll try to further my wealth making money like a doctor got that surgery health. Uh...artificial the plastic and all the fakeness, I leave that stuff alone. I don't f*** with it like rapist. I am paste it. Take the e I'm past it. And change the t to s and and like an ex I will pass it. On to the next as I develop past the rest cause life is about living out your dreams as your complete all of the test.

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