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A sense of conquer A feeling of attainment A fallen anchor A screech of independence There is no vulnerability There is no trance There is accessibility There is chance. We will whine We will fail We will draw the line We will exhale Racing to meet our fate Racing to find any rate
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Striving Failure
A sense of conquer A feeling of attainment A fallen anchor A screech of independence There is no vulnerability There is no trance There is accessibility There is chance. We will whine We will fail We will draw the line We will exhale Racing to meet our fate Racing to find any rate
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dayana-nicolas
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
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