The age of inspiration shall end,
cuz now with will u r bend
waste no more time for this self to show
you dont need motivation to know
dont let the hours slip, or u shall pay
no use of dark nights spent in dismay
take heed of your past, and hold on tight
nomatter what, u shall fight
there aint no time left to wait
these emotions might grt u late
and in the very end you might regret
your miserable past hard to forget!
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