Young souls, strong bones , tough muscles.i knew how complex it was going to be, way too complex I see bright lights on their faces with bullets falling off their pockets. Shoot! they can’t, they aim for goal but stock on picking crap from humble minds and feeding their pause mode with fake trigger happy moments … Young souls, strong bones, they keep smashing their teeth over what they have no idea about or thinking they really get it.
It’s amazing, life ! Yeah it is. Chances come but we still find chance to makes excuses of not using chances. I wonder!. They gave it to me, they said things about giving it to you so I gave it to you …I am tired of watching gods punching your mindset , giving you fake thoughts, directing you over and over again to cast your energy on long walks to no freedom. I am a God! Believe in him but see me as the reverse spelling for I hunt anything strange, for I am your best friend, I stay calm when am angry, wild out when I am happy and I know all your enemies but my memory is hate free…
Strong muscles, let them work , let them walk, let them help you talk , they will get so tired some day very tired you will need assistance. Battle with every second, minute, hour you have!. Don’t make excuses, don’t make them look foolish, why are you here? Tell me you don’t care , tell me you only share because you see share…yes some people are like that… find your purpose, don’t fake one, don’t assume one, don’t copy one, don’t !
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