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Reality


 

A duck waddles purely out of habit, 
The duck does not understand its reality, 
For Many years of prosperity can lead to tragedy,
And if prosperity is true, then tragedy follows with great intention,
Because time itself is a fine line between love and hate,
Whether you use time will show comprehension,
And give meaning to life.
Which life will give you a fork,
In this lonely road in which you walk,
You will have to pick between the good and the bad,
Which will make you rise or fall in the end
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