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Selling the lies, telling no truth.
Dont know the difference between me and you. Manifest the reality, soak up the news, still cant explain the difference between me and you.
From water to blood our souls are mud. Death becomes beauty which clears the crud.
My reality has shown all the unknown but yet still there is room that needs to be grown.
The difference between you and I is the simple fact we dont know when we'll die.
Copyright © Joshua Rawls | Year Posted 2011
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