Someones and everyotherbody

tremble in knowing, fear the future and past. curse the moment of now, nurture it, then let it pass. Live to die, die to live, its in the reflection of the glass. For rich and poor, let your vanitys only be a mask, apart from your frame. put only the ones who have played your game, who have renown, and invested time whos waters makes rivers and go as far as the eye. put them in your frame, pictue and reminise because they will be taken, but anyone who is someone will have to go threw this, keep no faces of circumstance, or trivial names, All is vain except for self, and your not someone if your everybody else, with every other body.  

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