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I see through a gilded camera lense
Lifes a well thought out film
Waiting for climax
waiting for a writer to put pen to paper and rewrite our realities
The actors are us and were waiting for our scripts waiting for a director
May it be god or the wind
We take our directions
Carry them on our backs through our days untill our credits roll.

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