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He's trying to break the glass ceiling, He keeps punching, now his fists bleeding, The footsteps above only motivate him further, In finding true freedom, it's minus two But his burning desire is enough, to burn an igloo, Let's just see what the power of thought can do.
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Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Glass ceiling
He's trying to break the glass ceiling, He keeps punching, now his fists bleeding, The footsteps above only motivate him further, In finding true freedom, it's minus two But his burning desire is enough, to burn an igloo, Let's just see what the power of thought can do.
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Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
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