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A one way ticket up, the man never questioned it, then again, neither did I Walking down the trail, grapes are raining and the pain in my stomach isn't waning, reality is collapsing all over again and all i can taste is almonds. These boulders are spiraling out of control, but since when have I had control? The head of the goat looks me in the eyes as the sun sets over the range, "Man, you guys are brave", but why? Am I on the edge?
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
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A one way ticket up, the man never questioned it, then again, neither did I Walking down the trail, grapes are raining and the pain in my stomach isn't waning, reality is collapsing all over again and all i can taste is almonds. These boulders are spiraling out of control, but since when have I had control? The head of the goat looks me in the eyes as the sun sets over the range, "Man, you guys are brave", but why? Am I on the edge?
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
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