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I go back and forth. My world's always turning, tilting. Its poles constantly changing positions South becomes North. I never honestly know. What to look for or where to go. I wish for a sign to show. They've said: "Find your path." Well, I'm trying to but I'm sure that whichever one I choose to follow, I will encounter someones' wrath.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
The Fearful Agnostic
I go back and forth. My world's always turning, tilting. Its poles constantly changing positions South becomes North. I never honestly know. What to look for or where to go. I wish for a sign to show. They've said: "Find your path." Well, I'm trying to but I'm sure that whichever one I choose to follow, I will encounter someones' wrath.
Waiting4TheStop
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
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