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Selflessness through selfish means. Contradictions are all that remain Circles; a wheel We spin but get nowhere How can one repair oneself when I don't know what to do.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
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Selflessness through selfish means. Contradictions are all that remain Circles; a wheel We spin but get nowhere How can one repair oneself when I don't know what to do.
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intamasica
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
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