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Waiting for the right moment to action, will it ever be? The does of world are too far down in doing so. I’m not inceptive in this idea, but yet it is a momentary time when thinking about.
Lively, the shots of lights are going, the drums of beating repeatedly are on and smug of annoyed smoking cigarettes are infiltrating into my soul.
The beats of heart are running crazy during the whole process of life on the edge. I’m just a man on the railing station of living.
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