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Look Not to the joys of youth,
Look Not to the euphoria of temporary illicit Joys
For surely as day turns into night
Youth shall turn into Maturity
Temporary shall become Permanent History

for he who seeks shall find,
yet he who waits shall not always get the best
seek your future in the now
and surely your mark shall be established in the Morrow

To my Carbon Copy

Follow Not MY footsteps
For i have had a treacherous path
i would not wish you to see
Yet look not at my path with sorrow, nor with pity, nor with disgust,
for all these shall derail you from seeking your future.

To MY Carbon Copy