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When I was young I misplaced Trust Mistook Titles for Worthiness Which left me helpless I wandered aimlessly In search of Nobility. My soles blackened My eyes grew tired, I looked to you for rest, Instead you took what I refused to give. My journey continues. My soul is mending. My blackened feet grew to steel. I stand strong. You will not knock me down again.
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
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When I was young I misplaced Trust Mistook Titles for Worthiness Which left me helpless I wandered aimlessly In search of Nobility. My soles blackened My eyes grew tired, I looked to you for rest, Instead you took what I refused to give. My journey continues. My soul is mending. My blackened feet grew to steel. I stand strong. You will not knock me down again.
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
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