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Apr 2015
A sense of conquer
A feeling of attainment
A fallen anchor
A screech of independence

There is no vulnerability
There is no trance
There is accessibility
There is chance.  

We will whine
We will fail
We will draw the line
We will exhale

Racing to meet our fate
Racing to find any rate
Written by
Dayana Nicolas
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   Justin G
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