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Tricks of the mind


Working for no reason Praying without pause They teaming up on me But it’s the wrong season Defeat starting to burn Sick with no germs Laughing without cause Respect is now earned I stand Gravity tries to knock me My land No time to speak properly Playing games with no winner No coats more shivers Is bad now good Is rich now hood The brain worn out Confused understood
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I am a student at EIU. I love reading interesting books, working out, and writing poetry. My goals in life are to become physically, mentally, and spiritually stronger each day.

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<p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238);">Powerful expression!&nbsp;</span></p>

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