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mystakes are a mess

even if you do it less

if you make a mystake

don’t think its gonna rot like steak

fix it if you can

ask for help

if no one can help

then you haven’t been trying

so go ahead and fix it

before it has spread

because if it has spread

your life is dead

mistakes big or small

must be stopped once and for all.

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