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When I was in 6th grade, I wrote my first real story. It was a horror story and I was so proud of it, though I can’t remember what it was about. But I was proud! I proud enough to walk over to my teacher and told her that I was going to be a writer, one day. She read it and raised one of her eyebrows. She told me that it was a good start and that I was very creative. This was the beginning of something special. She told me that it was full of run-ons, but that it could be turned into a master piece; and that no matter what I do, to chase my dreams. This is what started this crazy journey. I knew at that moment, that I wanted to be a writer, and I would do anything (in my power) to become one.

I never had anyone put me down for my writing. I remember when I was in 4th grade, we were supposed to write a story, but I couldn’t because my mother didn’t have a stable home for me to write in. I didn’t do the assignment, but the teacher wanted me to read it to the class. She wanted me to read it in front of a class, a story I never wrote! So what was I supposed to do, tell her I didn’t do the assignment? Heck no! I got up, walked to the front of the class and read my story about a vicious bear, tearing through a town of innocent families. I read for 10 minutes, flipping through the pages, until I finished. After the reading, she asked for the pages, I nervously handed them over and went back to my seat. She went on with the class, asking the next student to come forward and share. The bell rang 30 minutes later; I got up and walked to the door to go to lunch. But as I got to the front of the room, my teacher called my name. My chest was burning as I turned around. “Yes, mam?” She was holding my story up, revealing the empty pages. I began to shake, knowing that I failed the assignment. She told me that I should have been honest, but that I had a huge imagination, one that could make a good career one day. She gave me an A on the assignment for the creativity, since she couldn’t tell that I was reading an empty page.

Jump ahead to my senior year of high school. I have multiple WIPs; I have a solid blog and I’m getting more confident with my talents. A guy comments on my blog, telling me that I need to keep writing. I didn’t know that people could read my blog. I didn’t share it anywhere, so it through me off when I got such love. It felt great!  I also had a teacher behind me, pushing me to use my gifts, knowing I could be something.

Now I am a writer. I write daily. I have my days where I don’t want to write, or weeks where I feel I’m not a good enough writer, but I just remember the encouragement, from my past, and I get back to work, creating more content for you guys, knowing that the people in my past would be happy with where I am now! I never stopped following my dream to become a writer, so why would you give up on your dreams?

Stop telling yourself that you aren’t good enough. Stop grabbing your dream then letting it go because you think you don’t have enough grip on it. One day you will wake up and it will be too late to grab it, so grab it now! Don’t be worried about the outcome, but instead, make the outcome! Don’t stop chasing your dream because your legs are tired. Push through the hard times and grab that dang want. You want the dream to come true, don’t you? It’s all within your chest! You are the creator, so create the ending that you want. If you want to be a doctor, then become a doctor. You are the only one that is standing in your way. You can do this. I know you can.

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Uh oh, I’m back 😉
There was a post a few week ago called “Two donkeys, one midget.” Welcome to the second part. Enjoy mother feckeurs….
There’s a lot to cover, so don’t interrupt me. I would hate to slay you while I spit against haters and fools, but I’m not worried to do it. Anyways, sit back and shut up. Don’t talk, don’t stand, simply hope that you aren’t in this. Because if you are then you are going to need a paramedic!
First off, Brother don’t screw with me. You think you’re cool, but you don’t even own your own business. You are a hopeful peasant that feeds off someone else’s fame. You wouldn’t be where you are if you didn’t talk to famous people. The worse part is that the people aren’t even famous. You can ask anyone and they wouldn’t know who the heck you’re talking about. I even asked about him and people looked at me dumb. But keep thinking that you are cool as you talk to people that don’t matter. You say you’re further in your career, but you are actually three steps behind. You’re blog is weak and full of mistakes. Where is your content, though? You post three post in the last three months and want to say you’re still relevant? Keep getting the traffic from famous people, because that is your only chance at going anywhere. Keep your mouth shut, don’t make me go off again. You need to worry about paying your bills and worrying less about me.
I wake up every morning at the same time, but sometimes I get behind. I don’t know where the time goes, so get off my back, loser. You keep opening the doors and waiting to attack me. You follow me to the door and call me out once it’s open. Most of the time you say “Look who’s late!” Watch me as I tear you open and leave you to the dogs. That is where you belong, to the dogs. Don’t start crap early in the morning, and you wouldn’t have to worry about being on this track. You’re my brother, but don’t screw with me, since you don’t know what goes on. I try to get there on time and some days I do. Try to do yourself a favor and keep my name out of your mouth, beotch.
I put those near me down, there was just a guy outside. He was looking for something, but I didn’t care. I should have sick my dog on him. I should have released the beast, but he isn’t a beast. The taste of the dumbass would have killed Nims, that’s something that I wouldn’t want. Anyways, this sleezeball wanted to walk by and stare. Fool, you are nothing better. Yeah, I might be in my shorts and a cut-off shirt, but that doesn’t mean anything. I am not trying to be thuggish, so don’t judge a book by its cover. I could judge you but it would be too easy. First, you’re fat. You couldn’t get out of my front door with your overlapping rolls. You must have just got back from an all you can eat buffet, but where the buffet at? Oh yeah, you went crazy and ate the whole building. Your eyes are crossed, stupid. That is why I had to look at you. You fooled me with your constant stare. I thought you were staring when you were actually looking forward the whole time!!!!! You should get that checked out, before you get hurt looking at someone wrong.
We stand in remembrance of those who fell, but you sit on your knees. You should disrespect to those who fought for you. You might think that we hate you, but we never did. Sir, you weren’t alive for anything that you are griping about, so just shut up. But I do understand why you are sitting on your knees. You are just doing what you are good at, and that is getting ready to suck. You’re a washed up piece of shit. This isn’t even about the protesting, because I understand that, this is about you being a washed up dumbass. You lost to a crap player and now you sit on the bench. Sadly, you only got one minute in the blowout. The practice squad only had to worry about you for a minute, yet you still think someone is watching you? No one cares! The only reason anyone cares, is because of the money that big newsstands make from the story! Colin, no one cares about you. WE care about those who are unfairly treated, this isnt about them. No! We love them, but Colin, WE HATE YOU. Have fun being cut from the team….loser.

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Welcome, White Peanut Butter!
I have finally made it, I have found the next move in my career. This career move is going to bring me more joy, and I will be able to express myself better. When I thought about this career, I simply laughed, thinking that I would never be able to do it. This was before I met Casey a.k.a Kastle. He has his own record label and is looking for some amazing talents, this is when I thought I could do it! I could finally become what I have always wanted to be, a rapper!
I want to sit amongst the best rappers, ever. This includes Eminem, Jay-Z, Tupac, and many more but I will be the best ever! I will take my writing abilities and turn it into studio gold. The albums, I will make, will be pure fire and I wont stop after that. The goal for this career would be to die being on the top. There isnt anything I would want more than to be the number one rapper and that is what I will be!
I was born to do great things, and I have been giving the talent, so why wouldn’t I use it? It would be crazy to let my talents rust away, while I wait for everyone to open their eyes to my other talents. This is why I am going to become a rapper, so I can use all of my talents. My dad will be so blessed, with my ability to shine for him, and he will be my biggest fan!
My stage name will be White Peanut Butter. This is a name that no one has and that explains me perfectly. I am a white boy that is nuts, while also being creamy. My first album will be called “Where is the jam?” and it will be released in the next three years. I hope you guys stand behind me. I could really use your support, as becoming a rapper is scary.
I will be posting more details and freestyles in the future, but for now, I will leave you with the cover of the first album. The album will be fully original and will open your eyes to culinary arts. You are welcome!

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I don’t know what to say….
I am posting this blog from a train heading to another place. This land has gotten old and unlivable. I didn’t want to leave, but what else was I to do? This place has become so negative and full of hatred, so I decided that I didn’t need this. I hope that everything will be fine, which I’m sure it will be, so I can come back one day in order to live the rest of my life, but this wont be until things change. I need this change in my life…
Life is super difficult right now. I have never been this stressed and desensitized to the world, but lately that’s who I have become. I have become someone that I hate, someone that doesn’t care about anything. I don’t put my heart into anything, anymore. I have become a wall to those around me. This isn’t good because I have some pretty serious things coming up. I have a huge test at work, one that could really put us in a bad spot, I also have a few deadlines that are coming up, on top of that; I have to make sure my own are good, this being my wife and dog. I have so much on my plate, but I found the solution….
This is when I left, at night, and went to the train station. I had some cash from my check, enough to buy me a one-way ticket. I gladly gave up my money for a ticket out. I was told that I had to wait for the train, but that was okay, at least I was going to get out of this hell. I waited as the train came to a complete stop. The interior was slightly glum but it felt good to start over, knowing this was going to lead me to another paradise. I sat back and finally got to sleep a little.
When I woke up, it had been thirty minutes, and we weren’t even close. I pulled out my phone to see my wife called me. I gave her a call, mainly to tell her I left. When she answered she sounded scared. I quickly told her the truth and told her that I would be back soon, right after I found myself again. I heard sobbing through the line, knowing that she was crying, I tried to comfort her. She didn’t want to be comforted, she wanted me back! I explained why I couldn’t come back and told her that I will keep her posted. After minutes of debating, I simply hung up the phone and looked ahead. She didn’t try to call back and didn’t text me. I think I made her mad.
I do feel bad, but that doesn’t matter. I am at the end of the line and I know this is serious! I need to find myself before I try to put anyone else first. My future will be found on this trip, but I have to ask, will you guys be behind me? This train could get very lonely…

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What is on my mind?

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In a world that moves so fast paced, some question if their problem even matter, that person is me. I put myself under other people, in order to make them feel like they matter. This is great, but sometimes it can eliminate my passion to help myself. This leads to me being depressed, which leads to me not caring, that leads to depressing comments, ending with a long ride of pain and lack of motivation. It is very important to help people, but it is also very important to help yourself. That is what today is about, I stand back and think “What is on my mind?”

This will be a shorter post. I don’t want to go to deep in my mind, as it is a dark place, when you go too deep. This will barely scratch the surface of my mind, as I show you guys a short image of my thoughts. This might not be suitable for all audiences, or those faint at heart, with that being said, here we go!

I wake up every morning to go to work, there is never a day that I don’t get up early. It has become a part of my being. I have adapted quite easily to the sleep pattern, but my pattern has gotten off. I fell asleep after work one day, and didn’t get up until late, this was a night that I was needing to get sleep, for work the next morning. With my slumber coming too early, I was forced to stay up (by my body) and try to tire myself out. This didn’t work. I still, to this day, cant get to bed at a decent time. I keep getting tired too early and falling asleep. I don’t have to get up too early, tomorrow, so I am hoping to sleep in a little and finally get back on task.

Another thing, I have been hurting lately. My heart is weak, I have been battered for too long. I am not sure what is wrong, but I know that this isn’t the real me. I am not the guy in the mirror. I can’t stand the piece of shit I stare at in the mirror, anymore. I hate that I don’t have my life together, and that I am still in the same position, as I was last year. I thought that I was going to be doing something with this career, but I have gotten lazy. I used my vacation to get up on my writing, for what? I have stumbled back, and now I write my post the same day its going up. On top of all of that, I have stopped my “The good, the great, the best” project, this project was going to be used to get noticed, but I have been too lazy to get on the roll. I want to be a published writer, but I don’t deserve it!!!! I don’t deserve to have my name on anything, not with the lack of confidence I have in myself. How do I expect others to like my work, if I don’t even like it? What about my novel? I still have failed to start that, yeah I am doing great! I hate the fact that I have to live with myself. I hate the person inside, and I hope that he wakes the hell up, soon! I have no excuse anymore, I have to get this done. I have to put faith back in myself and get this career going. I want to get something out there, I just wish I had the same faith, in myself, as everyone has in me.

I am mad at myself, but I do seem to be getting back into this. I think I got burnt out, but that is no excuse. The writers block, or writers laziness, which ever one it is, it has to stop. I cant hold back anymore. This is my battle cry. This is when the lion stands up, out of his comfort zone, and lets out a powerful roar. This is my time. I am pulling out all the stops, and getting ready, getting ready to give this writing career my all, not worrying about what others think. This is my career, not theirs, its time to start taking it like that.

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10 careers I wanted and why they didn’t last
Oh my God; two list post in two days? What was I thinking? I was thinking that you mothers wanted something similar, for once! But here we go again! I wanted to be a thousand things, but couldn’t pick what I wanted truly do. This led to a lot of confusion, but then I found a career that would allow me to do everything I wanted. This was to be a writer. But tonight, I want to travel back in time and show you guys what I went through, also to show you guys what careers I wanted and why they failed.
10. Fire Fighter– I have nothing but excuses, but I’m too weak
9. Astronaut– I loved space as a kid, but as I grew up, I fell out of love with the outer space masses.
8. Stripper– My dad is a pastor, so that wouldn’t of lasted, my name would have been “Captain bubblebutt”
7. Cop– I don’t know why I never tried to be one, just never happened.
6. Gamer– I am horrible at playing video games, so blah…
5. Computer engineer– I suck at math, which is highly needed in this field.
4. Youtuber (Film editor)- I didn’t have the money for the equipment.
3. Musician– I wanted to be the front man, but didn’t have the vocal talents.
2. Basketball player– 1 and 100000000 get into the NBA.
1. President– Still a dream, but I still have 13 years to plan!  

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When I began to write; I imagined the journey to only last a few months. That is the longest my hobbies usually last. I gave up on football, basketball, drawing, singing, and being a pastor; so what would be different about writing? I felt that this was going to be another phase of mine, one that would last only a month, then I would leave it aside and chase another dream, but for some reason, I didn’t quit.  I am still writing and I still love it.
Let me be honest; there are days that I want to quit, pack-up my bags, walk through the doors, and never look back. I can never get myself to do it, though. This career path I have chosen is like glue, it is stuck to me and wont let me go. I am with this dream until I cant go anymore.
I am glad, though, don’t get me wrong. This dream that I have been chasing, for the last six years, is just now becoming fun to me. Before, this dream was about making a quick buck, and then getting out of the mix. But when you find the real meaning to the dream, you seem to find a new reason to do it. I wanted the money, but then found that this was the best way to keep myself happy, which then led to me wanting to do this for more than money. Even if I wanted to get in and out, that was impossible. I can’t tell you how many artist, I have talked to, that have giving up because they wanted it instantly. They wanted the fame in a year, but didn’t realize they needed to work hard for years to get noticed.
Any type of artist will need to work hard, for at least 2-6 years, before they get their break. NF, a Christian rapper, was on year 6, I believe, when he got his shot at fame. Eminem did underground work for years. It is even harder for writers to get noticed, though. There is way more writers in the market, then there are jobs. I did a post almost a year ago talking about the chances of getting a job in writing. The chances were really low, I cant remember the percent, but it was under 50%. This means that if I ever want to get paid to write, I will have to be on top of my game at all times, because you never know who is watching!
But the truth is, I don’t care, I am not in this to be rich and famous. I would be foolish to say that I don’t want that, but if it never happens I wouldn’t be upset.  I have always stood by the modo “I am a writer because I love to write”  Any rewards that come after that are reasons to push myself as a writer. But I will never be upset because a publisher didn’t notice me, and then put on one of my friends, I will be happy. They are living the dream also that means my publisher will be even better for me. I cant get mad because I am not getting paid, because when you begin to mix money in with passion, you get a messy kitchen, and that is one thing I wouldn’t want.

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    I will be a gamer! I will quit my writing career, to play a video game every second of everyday! I will leave my wife alone in the room, and come out in the living room and play video games, all night. I will tell my boss that I am not coming to work, so all the focus is on my future dream. I will do it…. I can do…my tears are falling…..this is my chance to become a man….where is my Xbox controller?
Oh my god, it feels so right. I plop in a game, Black ops, and find a lobby. There are a lot of noobs in this dang lobby, ha-ha losers. This will be my first clip that will start my career off right. I round the corner, but there is no one there. I round another corner and still no one there. I lay down on the ground, patiently waiting for someone to come around the corner to pop their head off, yet no one comes around. So I place a claymore on the ground and run away.
The game is quiet, not a single shot has left a barrel. It is thirty seconds into this game, and no one has a kill. I am still furiously searching for my first victim. The game must have kicked everyone off the server, or maybe its all campers in the lobby? I wont give up, though! This is my life now, this is the reason I quit everything, to follow in the footsteps of my GOD! I will make him happy.
    Then out of no where a man jumps out, and plasters my head. I fall to the ground, dead. But I respawn seconds later. I grip my controller tightly, and begin to run across the map to find the one who killed me. I get to the spot that he killed me, and all-of-a-sudden I fall to the ground again, after tripping a claymore. I moaned in anger, but kept the faith. All gamers have those gun fights that they lose, I will recapitalize, and get back into this game. But as I spawned in, a man with a sniper, shot me as he did a 360` no-scope.
    I fell to the ground, again. This time I screamed and slammed my controller to the desk. But then something whispered into my ear. A man from heaven came to me, telling me this is my destiny. This is what I am living for, no one can stop me. I picked up my controller, and began to crawl around my spawn-area. But soon enough, a grenade flopped right in front of me. I tried to get out of the way, but it detonated, blowing a canister of gas up, leaving me for the reaper.
I raged, but that wasn’t going to stop me. There were only a few seconds left in the match, which is all I needed. I have been fighting for this, I am an overcomer! I put my gamer glasses on, and fire myself up as I walked around a brick wall. I got hit markered, but it didn’t kill me. I knew the guys location, it was time to exterminate. I aimed down my sights and rounded the corner. I saw him in the left house window. I quickly aimed, and shot. One hit marker, two hit markers………..end of the match…..I lost. I was about to get the kill, yet I lost.
I went back to the previous game screen, went into the settings, but realized something. There is nothing lower than Recruit on the bots…..I then called my boss back, I begged for my job, he said okay. I then wrote this blog, and now I have to face the deadliest beast in this whole world, my wife……She has been screaming since 1 a.m., I look down, it is 5 a.m.…………I’m dead.

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Could you move across the world to achieve your dream?

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I have been thinking back to my college days a lot lately, which is when I decided to come back home to move in a different direction. I was studying pastoral studies in Kansas City, and I couldn’t have been happier, well for the first few months. It didn’t last though, I felt that I was wasting much needed time doing something, I no longer wanted to do. I ran out of the ministry juice, and no longer wanted to study religion. This was after a dream, that woke me up in the middle of the night, and kept me up the whole night. The dream was more a path that I knew I wanted to take, but my fear of failure was outweighing my courage of succeeding.

I wanted to come back home to study locally. This was forced also by not finding a solid job, that wouldn’t keep me from college for a semester. In the dream, I saw myself finishing my first novel, and becoming a world-known writer. I was excited instantly about becoming a professional writer, that the dean-of-students offer wasn’t enough to keep me around. Even though they gave me a semester free, and helped with my rent, I no longer wanted to be there. I left during a Sunday service, and packed up my things. I came back home to Illinois, without telling anyone there. I know it was wrong to do so, with everything they did for me but it was now-or-never, or so I thought.

When I got back to Illinois, I got lazy. I didn’t try to get a job, I didn’t care about the same things as before. I didn’t want to write anymore. I felt like I was wasting my time doing nothing, so I planned to attend another seminary, in order to show those around me, that I didn’t come back to lay around. I never got into the seminary, due to the money issues I was experiencing. But this would change shortly, when I met my wife.

My wife wanted me to follow my true dream, which was to become a writer. She pushed me to go back to college, and get my degree in journalism. But when I showed interest, my job began to want me to pull more hours. With the more hours that I was getting, the less the chance became, that I was able to go to college. This is when I decided that I was going to try becoming published without a degree. This is nearly an impossible task, but where there is a will there is a way. Now that I have started my portfolio, I know the things that need to be done in order to get my name out there. This could lead me to a new location on the map, yes I am talking about moving.

I have started to promote through some amazing items, which I blogged slightly about, last night. But the reality is, sometimes you need to move to become someone in this industry. Springfield might not be the best place for me to try and grow, but at the same time it might be the best place. The question is though; Could I move if it came to it?

The answer is “Yes.” As a writer, I see that my future could cause me to go to another city, state, or country. This is any job, you have to be ready to relocate, and I am. It would be hard, but how could I say that I want to grow but not take the steps that it takes to do so? I can’t, that’s why it is important to ready your heart to do the hardest things in life, no matter the cost.

If you hold back, because of fear, you could miss an opportunity of a lifetime, I will not though.
I have been taking the steps that I need to, and I have seen that it has helped. But time will tell if the steps I have taken will be enough. I pray they are, but no one knows what God has in store, so I give him control, and can only pray that I don’t get in the way!

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Dear small bloggers,
There are over a million writers that are trying to make it in this world. You are among those who are either starting out, or who haven’t been found by the crowd. Either way, you find that this journey is harder for you than you thought it would have been. You thought that your writing ability was enough to make you famous. But when you are one among a million, that ability isn’t enough. Becoming a famous writer is as hard as being drafted into the NBA.
Don’t think I am telling you this to discourage you, I want to be sure that you know this ride wont be an easy one. This is the best yet longest road that someone will travel, and remember that roads have rocks and occasionally roadblocks. This means that sometimes you will need to take a detour or be ready for a flat. This roadblocks are rejection, writers block, lack of motivation, or Stats.
Rejection is a part of writing. You will never find a famous writer that has never been rejected. There isn’t a writer out in the world that has it all figured out. The honest truth is this, not everyone will like what you have to say. Your opinion might not be what they want to hear, or your style of telling the truth, isn’t the way they want it. Rejection is a part of the career, so if you aren’t ready for rejection, don’t follow any dreams for right now.
Writers block was one of the biggest roadblocks for me. This was covered in one of my last post, which you should check out, but writers block nearly killed my career. This is the condition of not being able to think of what to writer or being able to complete a thought. I spent almost a year suffering from writers block, and it was miserable. I tried to do everything in my power to get out of the blockage, but nothing was working. I finally forced myself to continue to write, and one day the dam broke. This is when I felt the most alive.
Sometimes I feel unmotivated when I need to write. I have a job and a wife, so sometimes I don’t have the available time to sit down and write for hours. Then when I have the hours to write, I cant find the will to sit down and use that time for this blog. It isn’t that I don’t care, but more the fact that I work hard enough through the week, sometimes I want to take the time and catch up on; gaming, sleep, catching up with friends, and getting house cleaning done. I have found a pretty good flow with how I do things now, but there was a time in my life, where I would believe that every free second needed to be spent on this blog. When you are stressed though, it becomes hard to write when you have a thousand other things to do. You will have to find the balance to keep the motivation though.
Finally, Stats are nothing but numbers. You are a writer because you love to write, becoming famous means you get to do it for money. Remember this, You are a writer because you love to write! I can’t tell you how many people I know, that quit doing what they loved because they didn’t get the results fast. Rappers or musicians, writers, artist, and body builders will never explode in one month. You have to remember why you love to do what you do, if you don’t then you will quit! NF says this in his song titled “All I have;” “But that’s not the case because most of the times the artist you hear, you keep thinking the artist is new, but that artist has probably been at it for years.” If you are looking to explode overnight, then you will be sadly mistaken and will probably give up. You will have to prove yourself to get your shot. If that is being a independent writer or with a company, know this, you will have to spend a year to years working hard to get your shot. But don’t give up, numbers are numbers, sometimes the numbers suck but that is when you will need to remember why you are writing. You are a writer because you love to write, not because you want to be famous!
We are all in different parts of our careers, I have been a blogger for five-six years. The ride has been crazy, and sometimes I did quit but then I felt depressed because I wasn’t suppose to quit. I am a writer because I love to write, so quitting wasn’t an option, that is when I made my return. Somedays are still rough, it is hard to see single digit views, but that is when I work harder to get more views. That is what you have to do, take the failure and use it for your advantage, instead of letting it discourage you. Writing is something everyone wants to do, but it takes the strongest to survive in this crazy occupation, so never give up!

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