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Blind
I wish I could see with past this rage
And keep myself contained
It ever harder cause of strain
Since I always feel such disdain.
I Tire of always trying to maintain
While I sort through this burning pain
I know its all just in my brain
It just seems I make no gain.
Running Standing Still
I want a million dollars
making dress suit collars
no one buys and hollars
poverty always fallers.
:D
Read everything and weep but know more and then move is my philosophy.