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The leisure of the clear mind calls me like sirens. Yet, I have not reached land thus far and if I give in, I shall be devoured, not by the sirens, but by myself.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Giving In
The leisure of the clear mind calls me like sirens. Yet, I have not reached land thus far and if I give in, I shall be devoured, not by the sirens, but by myself.
Stay strong.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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