Existence
To work and sleep is all I really know while the same dreams come and go I start to grow old with resent of all the wasted years spent, thinking of what could have been, but this year will be different my wings have set my goal to heaven and if my wings fail me then hell will await my presence either way you will all acknowledge my existence.
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