Too short to bump heads with Not the attitudes of a near miss or hopelessness We Woke up in this Got Racing Visions Tracing Decisions that could prevent collisions So much Becomes missing The Bluriness As we hurry Than Reap a Repercussion Lessons can be learned without a group disscussion We interconnected by experince Convinced by similar pains when we wince Living had its price long since Not the first, Not the last pass through, come back Can't eradicate that Just how you handle itBirth sign: Aries
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