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the centaur does not always want to run, the centaur sometimes sits, and accepts what is told to him one must sit still to learn. But, what the centaur finds is that when he sits for too long, shackles begin to be thrown over him, and his muscled arms and legs strain, break free, and launch away, burning bridges behind him out of an instinct of hatred for constraints and a wild passion for freedom- sometimes he forgets that he needs to cross those bridges again. But it's okay. He'll find a way. But, sure as hell, he'll learn his lesson, and he won't sit still. It's just as well.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
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the centaur does not always want to run, the centaur sometimes sits, and accepts what is told to him one must sit still to learn. But, what the centaur finds is that when he sits for too long, shackles begin to be thrown over him, and his muscled arms and legs strain, break free, and launch away, burning bridges behind him out of an instinct of hatred for constraints and a wild passion for freedom- sometimes he forgets that he needs to cross those bridges again. But it's okay. He'll find a way. But, sure as hell, he'll learn his lesson, and he won't sit still. It's just as well.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
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