So close I can feel it. I'm so high, I know I'm past the ceiling. This is the end I have a sense of feeling. Its the roughest at the end of your dealings. Keep pushing you'll break the wall if you keep steeding but not if you continue appeasing. People pleasing, because of the guilt that you've been seeding. At the finish line its only you not those who are cheesing.
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