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Hesitation was my last mistake Believing was my first, a salty lake made clear I can see, every twisted path you take It is selfish ambition, the path you walk, flavored with the wicked cursed that leads only to frustration and you suppose none of which you do today effects the road you walk tomorrow, that each bridge you count burned leaves ash afloat to future skies and where it settles brings no sorrow.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
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Hesitation was my last mistake Believing was my first, a salty lake made clear I can see, every twisted path you take It is selfish ambition, the path you walk, flavored with the wicked cursed that leads only to frustration and you suppose none of which you do today effects the road you walk tomorrow, that each bridge you count burned leaves ash afloat to future skies and where it settles brings no sorrow.
emma-jenny
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
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