It is not telling you nothing,
dont ask? ..ok..besides..
Your the ones afraid, of your
shadows.
Being as is, it shows upriver
day after day with out any pay,
what the iip.
They are just premature,
dreams of pro bono, Bela blahs..right?
If you did,
you would just sell it,
for nothing,
like you did the future, inside.
There is a big difference,
between with holding nothing, being
inside of some coward...ups..
So what, thats just the way it is.
The way one or two wants it,
so what.it's ok...ok...
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