This year thousands of men will die from stubbornness NO WE WON'T
There is no great genius without some touch of madness
The tired sunsets and tired people it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all
It doesn't matter how I begin my poems because by the end they are all about you
Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know
Your soul doesn't care what you do for a living and when your life is over neither will you your soul cares only about what you are being while you are doing whatever you are doing
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