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Run, run, run as fast as we can We can't stop the rhythm echoing in our hearts and hands our feet and soul they must fly We cannot deny the sparks that live than die Jump, jump, jump
“I am A Ginja Traceur” PoemNicholas A. Peet
Sorrow, Emotions that travel through each human being as we face triumph and hardships in our lives, a world full of confusion as every young professional tries to thrive.
Black and gray clouds over head hauling rain Not caring if I get wet, just d'ont slip Two year of training, learned to stop the pain Running up the stairs, arms out, almost tripped
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