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Oct 2014
I'm not smart enough for the path that resists the least, so I slog up this hill till my fingers are russet nubs
My eyes are blind to the truth, so i keep climbing up this vertical mountain
Hopefully I will learn after another sharp regret tumbles down and splits my skull
But i never was a fast learner
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other till you forget why you're moving
One foot in front of the other if you say it loud enough you forget the shackles that stumble my steps
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
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