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I'm writing shit.
None of my essays seem acceptable for the UNICEF magazine.
I think I should change my style.
I'm going to give this my best.
A change came in disguise of revelationOh no. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script.Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script.
Set his soul on fire
She said she always knew he'd come around
And the decades disappear
Like sinking ships but we persevere
God gives us hope
But we still fear what we don't know
Your mind is poison
