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Reality
Be more of things that make you you
Don't be like too good to be true
Work more on things that bear your name
For all humans are not the same
It's not a sin to be fanatic
But you can make yourself fantastic
Instead of prying on one's affair
Work more on things that make you fair
For, here on earth, you live just once
Be sure to cherish every chance
So on your deathbed, no looking back
On things that made you fall of luck
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R. B. Cawis
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