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we take one step forward three steps back and all the while we are looking for ourselves not wanting to walk as the living dead like hearts chained to a desk like those we **** or want to **** and we wonder why we are the way we are wanting more than sometimes seems possible our desperate yawp that we will not settle for this living death you will make your way out of the morass soon enough and all of this will be a distant memory a mostly pleasant diversion from the prison of living
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
the prison of living
we take one step forward three steps back and all the while we are looking for ourselves not wanting to walk as the living dead like hearts chained to a desk like those we **** or want to **** and we wonder why we are the way we are wanting more than sometimes seems possible our desperate yawp that we will not settle for this living death you will make your way out of the morass soon enough and all of this will be a distant memory a mostly pleasant diversion from the prison of living
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
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