youth stands still,
others walk fast.
in a race of life,
one forgets past.
making way for future,
in a wishing oh so well,
but if the difference isnt shown,
then what will?
struggle is ambient,
success is fatal.
life is too short,
death is pre-natal.
every way out,
one way in.
being all about,
everyone's sin.
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