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Walk against the wind my


Walk against the wind my friend and let me see your tears, not of sadness or ambition but because you’ve made your mission. Exceed all given of you and then show me all you’ve done, please put down that paper gun. Let me spark your memories and let you reminisce because I know you love your history and I’m hardly what you miss. But let me just remind you of what you have enjoyed so maybe you won’t want to end yourself because of this temporary void. I know that life comes down on you; I know it drowns your soul, but I’m here to lift you up and help you reach your goals. Let me hold your heart again my dear and soon you will see, that life is more than it used to be.
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