Selfish in his posture; material at his grasp, smirk upon his face; but this success will not last. For you see, son, his purpose; lost along the way, He started only living; for the dollar...
—Nikki Rowe
Nature, take my breath with you; renew it with the wild breeze and fill my being up with so much soul, ego learns to fade away.
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