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the thinnest skin chose the sharpest swords, to be seen as a courage in his sturdy fort, his skins were cut for each step forward, attacking 'the other' back and forth he always felt the world is against loving himself he forgot to begin but you must get up, try again for this is certainly not the end
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
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the thinnest skin chose the sharpest swords, to be seen as a courage in his sturdy fort, his skins were cut for each step forward, attacking 'the other' back and forth he always felt the world is against loving himself he forgot to begin but you must get up, try again for this is certainly not the end
- Bylla Ahmad
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Dec 5, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
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