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I've started the death race My foot on the pedal, not the brake (Which any sane person would) But I took a leap (More like step forward) And fell upon what I've been fighting against All this time 3 days 13 months When you fall into a hole do you try to climb to the top -Scraping your hands and knees on the way falling down a few times and damaging your heart Or do you dig yourself deeper till you can no longer see the sun? (Out of desperation with nothing left to do) -Because you fear the climb, the falls, the difficulty -Pitting yourself against yourself because you've already come this far? I must really want to see China For I am dug, maybe (hopefully) buried. And I fear I will never feel the warmth of sun again. At least one heart is going to be broken I just hope God I hope That it's mine.
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Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
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I've started the death race My foot on the pedal, not the brake (Which any sane person would) But I took a leap (More like step forward) And fell upon what I've been fighting against All this time 3 days 13 months When you fall into a hole do you try to climb to the top -Scraping your hands and knees on the way falling down a few times and damaging your heart Or do you dig yourself deeper till you can no longer see the sun? (Out of desperation with nothing left to do) -Because you fear the climb, the falls, the difficulty -Pitting yourself against yourself because you've already come this far? I must really want to see China For I am dug, maybe (hopefully) buried. And I fear I will never feel the warmth of sun again. At least one heart is going to be broken I just hope God I hope That it's mine.
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Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
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