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Yellow Brick Cliff

How can you not fear something that’s ahead? Twenty years from now, what will you know? Will you be successful or begging for dough. A beaver creates for hours upon hours for his work to be destroyed because it's said not to matter. Windows being shined with shiny polish, unaware of their soon demolish. I wish I could skip to the future ahead to find out who I truly am.

Yellow Brick Cliff

How can you not fear something that’s ahead? Twenty years from now, what will you know? Will you be successful or begging for dough. A...