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Sometimes my brain just brings up pictures of old memories like me and my sister and all the crazy shit we used to do together, to the little bitter sweet moments i never thought i'd remember, but here I can see those old familiar days and wonder how did such sweet happiness fade away, was it gone with age, or was it just fate, all i know is that my soul is not the same. I've hit some of the hardest lows or at least I believe so, I've never been up high looking to see all that's around me, as these snakes slide by, I begin to realize they're beneath me, I'm much better than this, much more respectful than this.I was raised to be intelligent and pay no attention to this.

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