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Everyday the sun goes past this place
I feel like I am frozen in space
For the pattern began the second you were born
For this pattern can never be torn
Many say enough is enough
But then life becomes rough
As the pattern refuses to be broken
You will return heartbroken
For that is the illusion created
that the world has not yet stated
For today I stand in front of you under no control
Today is your time to enroll
No longer shall I be in a pattern
I write my own book for the lectern

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