I left out for Momma's, with my thumb in the wind.
Solid on the surface as I crumble within,
but legends are made out of vulnerable men.
On the brink of death, I still managed living life,
'cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice.
I indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price.
No instructions were given when I was handed this device.
But with what I was given, I was more than generous
put others over self on most instances.
But I'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness
and in one way or another, I shall have deliverance...........
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