life goes on
life is a gift i would not give up for a myth,for any type of kiss once I miss my chance I will crumble up and fold walk the streets with a nasty cold people pass by saying wjile does he look so old. Once I cath my flow I will know which way to go and will never try to let go of my hope.
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