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my old stomping ground a violent playground where kids emulate birds the pecking order last one to the sandbox goes to prison blood, sweat and knuckle sprains truimph, loss and growing pains but i am not the sum of it nor it the sum of me i have lived other lives so why do i identify with it so strongly
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:32 PM UTC
old neighborhood
my old stomping ground a violent playground where kids emulate birds the pecking order last one to the sandbox goes to prison blood, sweat and knuckle sprains truimph, loss and growing pains but i am not the sum of it nor it the sum of me i have lived other lives so why do i identify with it so strongly
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:32 PM UTC
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