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Simba
Sometimes you grind while on some you glide, some fights take long yet others are short lived, some are called lucky yet some still lack, some walks are so slow yet some are so long.
Tomorrow seems way to long yet some days just elapse like weekend, some days go hungry while on others you don't even hunt, some skirts fall just below the waist yet some sweep to the toe...
I bless some days while others with a bitter tongue I curse,
I freely give and do let some begs pass without notice,
Night time signals rest yet one thing it does is to dare test...
Ying and yang belong together like the womb and tomb, in the dark both exist like twins from the same home, each at its own time as if asking can I get a room...
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