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I'll not look in the mirror for it, I'm told by some and others that I am still young and age better than fine wine. Still, they refresh a combination note to me that I could still look better. I can feel better. I can be better. Whilst hushed breath to a babes ear. You can't, you won't, you're not, because whatever you do is revoloú. Always a mess! Always so boring and out of desire from the world. How would you even make it out there if you have allergies or this and that. So they say to me. To me, alone, always. But I am more beyond what they conjure, and I am stronger inside and out, even if my body shall quit and fall. It it will still carry-on as I will carry it with my soul for I am God Made! And he has made me a room where forked tongues and eyes cannot reach. Where I can not be found by wicked snares! To him, I am just, I was born, Renewed, Strong and courageous! Both loving and caring, For I choose not to be a God. I instead be as he is. To be like him, As he made it all and he will make it fall. Reset or continue _|
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