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Troubles come my way feeling like a pile of rubble Illness come to add to my already situation I remind myself that I'm not the only one in this nation so I Rise Up push myself through this Rubble to get out of this trouble situation remind myself who created this nation since he is the alpha then there's no need for me to worry he started it all but he's also the Omega so he knows the ending of my pain so in my agony i press forward so to him be all the glory as I walk in my story
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