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I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days ofomission
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite addingto the overwhelming
Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency
Shocking - The words you can't hear
Impact - The words I can't write
Recycled words don't justify...none of these words suffice searching for the sharp wordsto drive the message in I put the last words down then I beginto question the truth
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