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There is a race At a constant pace Though fast or slow You will never know You can try Though someday you’ll die You cannot fly I shall not lie No thoughts are pure I do implure I have no future I’ve thought before

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mason-hollows

24 / M / American

Published: Nov 21, 2011
LinesWords: 1244

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