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I have come to this conclusion
cloaked in a mask of delusion with half my life gone by forever asking myself why the age of innocence is under 21 feels like you're under the gun no shoes, no pants, no shirt gets no service, no self worth too young to feel life's just reward time flying quickly fast forward seconds into hours without delay I pause, because it said "just push play" disregard the parental advisory all but abets to juvenile delinquency depending on a generation gap to tap into minds of the youth and perhaps move upward in the scheme of things when Life and Liberty truly begins drinking from the fountain of youth springing forth spitting out the truth to prove you're more than swift cars or lame game mingling in single bars strive onward with ease and efficiency don't let age define your superiority
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