asheena
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life
Damn, the pot in the kitchen burned my hands
But I cam still think
The heat caused me to be a mastermind in my other outlet
So i let out a beast
To eat with the world a sweet dessert called
Motivation
And then I ate dinner
Facts speak truth that individuals like a sweet syrupy taste
Before the pay off
So I made dessert and watched them eat
While I ate dinner and put my money in a bank account over seas
Dinner before dessert
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