The time we try,
the time we fly.
the time we all seem to find,
the days and nights we leave behind.
the days and nights we celebrate,
are the days and nights we stay up late.
the time we try to be a hero,
is the time we realize we're a zero.
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Rexiena illise purdy (Pseudonym) (
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