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Apr 2013
Weary, I'm not trying
very often. Not trying
not to try. I try too hard.
Fallen like the poor *******
who stood still on a moving
treadmill. I stopped to ask
why I was on the treadmill.
Stopped to inspect the
treadmill. Stopped, and
now my leg is stuck.
tread
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