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A game of chance?             A roll of the dice?                      A spin at the wheel? Or is it as methodological as a chess board match. Each move filtered from the last. Why, yes good man don't be a fool. Where you move now is where you'll be taken. One false step and it all could be mistaken. So my life is built on a step ladder? The higher I climb the greater the latter? Yes and no ---- only you will see later. Good luck my son you must journey alone.           But remember..... If you are constantly looking back then maybe you have taken a destructive path. Reboot and untangle those twisted wires. For man was not built to sit for too long.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
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A game of chance?             A roll of the dice?                      A spin at the wheel? Or is it as methodological as a chess board match. Each move filtered from the last. Why, yes good man don't be a fool. Where you move now is where you'll be taken. One false step and it all could be mistaken. So my life is built on a step ladder? The higher I climb the greater the latter? Yes and no ---- only you will see later. Good luck my son you must journey alone.           But remember..... If you are constantly looking back then maybe you have taken a destructive path. Reboot and untangle those twisted wires. For man was not built to sit for too long.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
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