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It's a Riddle

Okay so I'm was jsut sitting here playing a video game and this came up:
*I'll be typing nothing but random words that pop into my head so this may not make a lot of sense, but it'll still be fun(to me).

And GO: Nothing I ever do ever pans out, I wonder then if I do nothing will something TURN OUT? I'm confused in my mind, I'm blind that's fine I'll find in my mind all the things I've never tried- to hide like the time I took this ride on cloud 9 with this mim looking down only to find that I'd been standing the whole time looking forward back in time at all the spaces in your mind. You get? That's good you should- IT'S good to know that what I show is what you see when the pencil hits the sheets of a tree that's cuts so neat that I fold it in seats of my car so far from the places you've never been, what then could you ever said you did? That's true, but I knew all the places that you flew when I was walking thru your mind, as you find that you were the only one out there walking, searching places steadily stalking down your pray as it lay on the coldness of that place where the spirits tend to stay when the patient fades away....away to the thoughts in my mind I've climbed one moutain, two hills and crossed the river in between all those places filled with streams, like a valley filled with dreams...Millions of millionaires stay there, oh there that's where they stare I swear I heard them say "so and so" stays there, you'd swear you know these people but you hate to stop and stare. And that's cool, cause I'm hot and these words will may never stop so I'll just keeping typing 'til I drop, the pen - what then? Will that really be the end, will they wonder what could've been? But that's then, and this is now so for now I'll stick around smile and you welcome your minds new pal. Painting faces like a clown, hold your face and don't look down or you'll end up with a frown from this painter painting faces painting while I'm standing upside down.

If all that I've said is just a trend and I'm finally getting in on what has already been put out, then am I "IN" or am I "OUT"?

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