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Mar 2014
On this road, of black and white
I walk forward, little by little
Stumbling once in a while

But when i fall
I raise back up
For i know
This walk is meant to be walked

I can not sit and wait for the unknown
I must stand up and grab it
For there are no signs or directions to this path;
Just a line

A line
Of
White
And
Black.
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