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the light at the end of the tunnel is constantly being chased maybe it's not the light that matters, but who you become while you're running.
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
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the light at the end of the tunnel is constantly being chased maybe it's not the light that matters, but who you become while you're running.
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
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