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I have to much to loose. I won't allow the waves to pull me under. I'm not my mother I'm not my father I'll escape the years to come. I'm inevitable I'm the original I'm the last of my line its my time to shine. They'll waste no time. I'll stand years down the line. I'll play the game I'll raise the stakes. If there's a reason why I've survived it's you

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