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For the Future of All Good Men

Through my downfall i got to keep my cake and eat it to by realizing how geniunine i was and would have been. Words are powerful and life seems to change less than the same words which explore it. A wise man once saw the worst of his succes and the best of his depression . He would sit by the pond in the park and wonder what a past it has been . As a boy he lived a life as a man, as a man he lived a life as a dead man. It would be an understatment to say he wasnt ambitious. Yet, a good man and a bad man are two men and perception is relative thus not much can be said because a deadman living is both good and bad. A books context can be designed in a second however, the saddest part is the pureness of that reality isnt worth a gram of salt b/c the eyes cant see it when the heart and existance can. Sincerly, Ace for the futire of all good men.

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