I am just a person who often finds himself thinking in rhyme. I try to satisfy everyone but there is not nearly enough time. So i now just try to have fun and i can't stop loving all that life can throw at me; sure life is a cruel and unusual thing yet it still shows such beauty and grace. Well thats all i can think of for now more »
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