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16h
A splitroad lies forth
As I gander north
Will I make it east
Or have i not seen the least

The limbo hides the fork
Same as I've always thought
Now will I reach for the gun
Now that I'm no longer numb
-Goat
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-Goat  25/M/Denmark
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