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Jul 2016
I rise thinking what I can do better today,
When I fail at that I think is there another way,
At night when it's all over I think about what I can do better tomorrow,
I hate doing these endless pointless circles that eventually end at a cliff.
It's a poem
Thomas
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Thomas  22/Canada
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