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Odd won


He arrives to be what he sees , because what he sees he feels is greatness. Of course if greatness is looking back then it would see what wants to be it. Put threw walks of life and sees of death there is change for the upward there is a meaning to his thoughts and you see he arrives for wisdom. The beatings on his mind have put many cracks in his plate but in fact as you stare back it did not break, sometimes when you see what strives and the copy and paste mind for you it has maybe a hand shall be extended to help it rise ....after all how many now have reached for lies ?
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