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Nov 2014
Why is it all so hard.
I'm just trying to do what I need to.
I'm doing my best,
I swear I am.
Or at least I was.
It just got so hard,
It got so tiring,
It got so confusing.
It wore me down
And nearly broke me apart,
To the point of where my best...
Wasn't nearly as good as it used to be.
Moose
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Moose  USA
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   stΓ©phane noir
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