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In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. — Abraham Lincoln, in a letter to Fanny McCullogh December 23rd, 1862 -- The boy had been crouched so long that his legs had fallen asleep beneath him — but he dared not move now. For here, in a small clearing in the frostbitten forest, were the creatures he had waited so long to see. The creatures he'd been sent to kill. He bit down on his lip to keep his teeth from chattering, and aimed his father's flintlock rifle exactly as he'd been taught. The body, he remembered. The body, not the neck. Quietly, carefull...

My eyes are wideto see the viewfrom my window, city sounds are coming throughthe steam pours outof the people I'm taking in, waking up, and figuring out what's going onthis is itthe world we're in...I'm waking up- I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow-Welcome to the new age,  to the new age Welcome to the new age,  to the new age We're  Radioactive,  Radioactive.

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly" I hit that court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, "Momma, I touched the net," this is the best day of my lifeAir Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, In school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad...