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"Hail to the Chief"


For the last eighteen years I have been trying to find myself To find what it is really all about I wonder around this planet aimlessly Only to find no answer I want to find an equal A girl who loves me for me But my best friend says I won’t For I am too conceded I don’t think I am I don’t feel this is true But at the end of the day is it real Is it all worth it? All my hard work All my accomplishments Are all they nothing but mere metal, plastic, and paper? Maybe not or maybe so I will be someone no matter what I am working hard daily to reach that seat I will one day speak to you all And you will play “Hail to the Chief”
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