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" It's my pain, it's my power. Pens flows and the words shower. My lyrics represent time, poems are my hours. Pages are my hourglass, excellence is what I am for, greatness is my current path. I write what would I could say, so my pen is my gift and my pain. My trials inspired me to be more than what I could be. Turn my pain into the world's pleasure, so these wrds live forever. My pain, my shine. My gift became my lifeline. My darkness, my grind. My grit, my rhymes. Keep flowin til I'm gone, these words are sands of time. "

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