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When you are frayed, Spinning, hanging on, Held by the last twine, No way of repair, Let go. Release the weight from your wrist. Fall, feel weightless plunging through the mist. Know nothing of chances missed. Just let yourself fall weightless through the mist.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
Mist
When you are frayed, Spinning, hanging on, Held by the last twine, No way of repair, Let go. Release the weight from your wrist. Fall, feel weightless plunging through the mist. Know nothing of chances missed. Just let yourself fall weightless through the mist.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
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