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From egg to my final resting bed let me grow through it all
Let me suffer, let me laugh Let me climb, let me fall
For those who go past me I’ll surf there wave of innovation
From thought into material, the death of man contemplation
Shaping the world so as it shapes me, Diving into my future so precipitately
I’ll scream my existence into stone, etching my name it
For to suffer is to have lived, so know there is no vein in it
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Posted Dec 28, 2025, 4:34 PM UTC
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