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Beaten, battered, and bruised. I often wonder what's my life to do. When I'm down on my luck. This frown, it really ***** A mountain is in front of me. Laces pulled tight. I'm motivated to give all my mite. I'll conquer this mountain Again and again and again. It's appearance consistantly consistent. In a life so inconsistent. One must be more insistent. Putting one foot in front of the other. Never dwelling on their druthers. While other may count me out.
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Beaten, Battered, and Bruised
Beaten, battered, and bruised. I often wonder what's my life to do. When I'm down on my luck. This frown, it really ***** A mountain is in front of me. Laces pulled tight. I'm motivated to give all my mite. I'll conquer this mountain Again and again and again. It's appearance consistantly consistent. In a life so inconsistent. One must be more insistent. Putting one foot in front of the other. Never dwelling on their druthers. While other may count me out.
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
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