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Coin laying, metallic cold Heavy, covering the eye lids Cheap, this one ticket is sold Quick, as his hurry bids. This privilege I must attain, Will my life be in vain?

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Tugaone

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Apr 1, 2014

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Notes: I seek for meaning almost as hard as I seek termination. One of these days, such was shown.
Tags: #death #meaning

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