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You think you've got it made,
you think all your dreams will come true,
but what you don't see is the hurt
and all that you've put me through.
Nothings ever real until it disappears, people aren't complete until they face their fears. Little time, so little time we make up a reason we make up a rhyme, we seek perfection the unreachable feat, no point in stopping until our goals complete.
Don't let go of your memories, hold them close to your heart, because one day it will find you like hunter finds its prey, then you'll know it's over - all of a sudden you'll be living your last day.