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I was there, in your shoes walking over dirt and picking out our favorite tree life is hard but most days are worth living today was not one of those days tomorrow won’t be either we held sturdy rope in our hands the kind that’s permanent the kind of knot that holds sometimes you gotta admit defeat some things will never be done some days it’s just better to quit friends and family will be upset, but aren’t you supposed to live for yourself shouldn’t dying be the same way? we climbed our favorite tree looked out over nature’s beauty breathed clean smokeless air you jumped I stayed. They say before you judge a man you must walk a mile in his shoes I was only there when you fell.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:06 AM UTC
Matt
I was there, in your shoes walking over dirt and picking out our favorite tree life is hard but most days are worth living today was not one of those days tomorrow won’t be either we held sturdy rope in our hands the kind that’s permanent the kind of knot that holds sometimes you gotta admit defeat some things will never be done some days it’s just better to quit friends and family will be upset, but aren’t you supposed to live for yourself shouldn’t dying be the same way? we climbed our favorite tree looked out over nature’s beauty breathed clean smokeless air you jumped I stayed. They say before you judge a man you must walk a mile in his shoes I was only there when you fell.
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maxine-flynn
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:06 AM UTC
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