asheena
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just different
For every chance given I intercepted the knowledge
but I was always blind sided by the meaning
I disguised myself to be the word
but
exposed into the pure world
it cured me with the death of hate
followed by mental performance at a low rate
but then I prequalified myself
to be identified by oneself
and then
I cured death with pure life
and now I am free because I believed in
Myself
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