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Life Liberty and the Pursuit of never catching a breath, leaving a house wreck in the yard where I thought there were flowers. The garden where my mother spent hours growing vegetables she'd always over cook. Her sweet potatoes baked bitter no butter made it better. So I decided to grow on my own, to grab a gasp of air that will never let me choke. Freedom
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
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Life Liberty and the Pursuit of never catching a breath, leaving a house wreck in the yard where I thought there were flowers. The garden where my mother spent hours growing vegetables she'd always over cook. Her sweet potatoes baked bitter no butter made it better. So I decided to grow on my own, to grab a gasp of air that will never let me choke. Freedom
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
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