Take the time to find the fine line in this life of pitiable destiny. Blessed to be a wild child, instead of being meek and mild; it's so plain to see in me; piled high to the sky looking and knocking on Heaven's door.
No one has ever answered. Sent a request before I am dead, asking: "I keep knocking, will someone let me in?"
A terse response contained therein, "I don't care! But there's no need to keep knocking! My son, you are already here!"
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