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Nov 2014
How many lives do we have
How many years do we have to live
Reaching, Climbing, Clinging
When are we allowed to be satisfied
With ourselves, with our lives
Made and told to climb abstract walls
Painted with dollar signs and gold
Spending years amassing mounds of cash
Is this the end?
Title taken from lyrics in a song titled "Play Crack The Sky"
The Jolteon
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