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They tell me to get educated and drive towards the prize but why whose prize is it anyway I surmise. I long to be free as a bird as it takes flight from the stresses of the ground because none of God's creation is supposed to be held down. WHY do we suppose that life is so hard, why must we dispose of our precious time on frivolous pursuits of rank and followers. I say no, I say follow your own path blaze your own trail least you fall into a life-long malaise

 

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