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it was sad when you know, there were people running your circles, some were good, some were bad. some will mark with happiness you never had. some will leave scars that make you mad. some will leave nothing such as passers and useless lad. there were days and more nights, there were ups, you'll afraid of heights. there were downs, feel like you're lying in your grave. Rot your flesh and leave your bones enclave. You must leave a legacy, or you'll die without a memory.