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What a way to hold the knife, and see for yourself that it is all not the way you think it was. You are in control. The Fates have given up, The Muses are yours to use, And the Gorgons are all petrified. Fear not, fear not! This is not Jason’s tale or the story of Hercules It is just one girl who learned to get up in the morning, and see the light.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
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What a way to hold the knife, and see for yourself that it is all not the way you think it was. You are in control. The Fates have given up, The Muses are yours to use, And the Gorgons are all petrified. Fear not, fear not! This is not Jason’s tale or the story of Hercules It is just one girl who learned to get up in the morning, and see the light.
Dita-H
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
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