we will all be recognized when we're dead or possibly our death bed, we exist in our head, all poets are dead some Just Breathe deeper but we know it ahead of time, we are ahead of our time we give more than $0.02 we don't drop any dimes we go through hard times and we're still soft enough to be molded no matter how old it gets ink never forgets,
we die with none but the world regrets... 
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