What if we were all born equal, according to the situation, our desires are born, our existence echoes out, all that we want, and can achieve, weighed on a scale, all you have to do is go, it echoed, and it’s all paid for, just put it on your credit card, at that point you have to consider, your freedom, and your taste in women, all that you provided to the world, all that you took, what’s real, was it worth it, a piece of your soul, how much, do you love yourself, how much, do you love your mother, is it a lot, I don’t know homie, but maybe it’s just a road, we all start, as a little sproutling, the snake grows up, eats a fruit, and wraps around the world, I’m sure, it’s just fireworks, the truth of it, its reflection, the river flows, in many directions, how Zeus was both a god, and a baby, my lovely puppy, thunder rumbles, the shadow of the heavens, what it had to be, all those echoes, of possibility, whatever homie..

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