For life i give you this
Dream in the night walking steady thinking of sleep in the daytime.
All the hours I've sacrificed.
Youth, 18 time to my own device.
Become Devine when you can.
Essance is everlasting while being young doesn't last. I can't recall a time when I truely regret but I know well I've forgive and forgotten what's left.
Far behind now it's time to define me
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