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I am...Chasin life's thrills, avoidin ills, poise from spills. Proposin wills and nils to Mills, like Dr Mario connectin pills. Overdue bills and unforseen kills cause eyes to fill. Maturin while still like cucumber to dill. Under the Blood can't shriek or shrilll. Shortcomings eventually shape skill, even fully submerged I breathe thru gills. Never flooded or too high a hill, climb steadily or run like Jack and Jill. If at the wall- for lil Jalen, lil Pete, Rhanise I will drill until... Legacies born and unborn to fulfill. Pierce thru qualms like quills, peace, pacified like benadryl, relief, rectifying like vagisil. Break bread with the Real, keep friends close and enemies on the same side of the rill, still learning how to shed Amils. Bearing visions like window sills, God grant it if it's in Your will. Pencils soak up the brain spills... I.L.L. begets Ill.