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Feb 2016
Pushing up against the turning wheel, only to be ground down again. Trying to lift a burden that cannot be borne. Under the weight of the mill stone that has been placed on you. Struggle as you might, the oppressor keeps pushing you down. You grind away your life trying to climb up off of your knees only to be pushed back down. Under the weight of the mill stone that is keeping you weighted down.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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