When am I going become

When Am I become
a star dead and gone ways of wounder. I most young think days pass quick run out out like the door . The front pushing back and forth no stopping the wind takes it the sky seems little never to fall when the break . My time I m a goony ha Ha That's what just young right otherwise never harmful self- happy Big things come back the in motive not the poly- lift of art. Words come focus mind self breathing art of english manour the heart lieture comes spuwing out soul.Can put in it comes their out of surface. The best I pray day goes buy you can't tell ,but he'll it came. Perseverance is small upcoming is better nothing awaits just dumluck . I pray. That's my day .
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