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again and again I tripped. the first time my shoelaces had been white, pure from the silt. I noticed a stain from the grime, not bleak to the first glance but I knew my lacs had lost their purity. one more time, a piece of thread unraveled. again, not drastic to perception but it was clear my shoelaces were erupting due to the results of my reckless wanderings. again and again I tripped and by the time I decided to face myself in order to reflect upon my ineptitude, I didn't know who I was or where I had been. I was forced to ponder my shoelaces for what they really were: unrecognizably filthy my shoelaces were now charcoal, fringed and covered by all the them for were their ruined mess muck and dirt I put them through. I wondered if anyone could tell that they were once untainted and unattained or if all they saw of them were their ruined mess. again and again I tripped and I began to wonder if there was any reason to get back up again? I gave all that I could give and the result was anesthetic sentiment and obscene shoelaces.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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again and again I tripped. the first time my shoelaces had been white, pure from the silt. I noticed a stain from the grime, not bleak to the first glance but I knew my lacs had lost their purity. one more time, a piece of thread unraveled. again, not drastic to perception but it was clear my shoelaces were erupting due to the results of my reckless wanderings. again and again I tripped and by the time I decided to face myself in order to reflect upon my ineptitude, I didn't know who I was or where I had been. I was forced to ponder my shoelaces for what they really were: unrecognizably filthy my shoelaces were now charcoal, fringed and covered by all the them for were their ruined mess muck and dirt I put them through. I wondered if anyone could tell that they were once untainted and unattained or if all they saw of them were their ruined mess. again and again I tripped and I began to wonder if there was any reason to get back up again? I gave all that I could give and the result was anesthetic sentiment and obscene shoelaces.
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rissa-lav
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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