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Isn’t it ironic how, The thing that I love the most, Is the only thing that can break me How the thing that I work towards, Is the only thing that can fail me And how I’d willingly die, For the thing that keeps me alive
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Ironic
Isn’t it ironic how, The thing that I love the most, Is the only thing that can break me How the thing that I work towards, Is the only thing that can fail me And how I’d willingly die, For the thing that keeps me alive
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
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