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I seems I am here to write this out. There are so many things I want to do. But ill equipped to perform Balancing on adjusting fault lines It’s life at her greatest Testing, moving, swinging Beautifully aloof Unaware of all the pain she causes But happy just to touch it Life Itself.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Life itself
I seems I am here to write this out. There are so many things I want to do. But ill equipped to perform Balancing on adjusting fault lines It’s life at her greatest Testing, moving, swinging Beautifully aloof Unaware of all the pain she causes But happy just to touch it Life Itself.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
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