Burn baby, burn It’s your turn. But Know That you won’t end up like the others, behind glass, In a misrecollected urn. So burn, baby burn Because You are special, There’s no need to yearn, Rather, you are, Something to be revealed, Until the end of time. So Burn baby, burn This, my ode to …
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My Buddhiful Life 