Dream's have an habit of dying onto people,not me....in me it slowly,very slowly shows the Emperor it's:forced on2 my knees,I still neglect the roses in my bed it puts in for me!
So far the gist is,my grave will be mourned by my own life's rued oppurtunities....wail would my soul on a life not brimmed to its fullest!
So friend...whosoever strays on2 this,always play peek-a-boo with ur life,d unpredictability is worth hailing,sufficing u as its Nastradumus!!
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