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I Have A Cold


Let's be honest Truthfully, who are we? How can we keep stepping? Stepping towards our future one head at a time What is the meaning of life? A meaning that could be meaningful or less People say you choose I say whatever you choose, people still want you to lose So be sick, be ill, be radical at whatever you do Truthfully no one is sicker than you when you do you
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hmichael

Colgate University Bachelor of Arts Boston College High School The Steppingstone Foundation

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