</>You decidedly withdrew from the university
The school awarded you a stamp upon your face mercifully
like a pig stamped with a pass
Then you're hung with your second cousins, roasted chickens.
You started the company. You started the story.
Triumphs are so rich in your life like the floating whitecaps...
Having won everything, a giant loses a tiny heaven;
Man, when you have lost everything,
I win your snuggling close to me.
Should I be happy?
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