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Thinking as I sit, Where the hell do I fit? I can't seem to meet The thing that needs to be out-spit. Things running on my mind, Then suddenly it was a straight line. For a moment I stood, And for a moment I thought I understood. It was a mistake.. It was all fake! Then I finally understood; Thinking too much won't help you stand up in your own shoes.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
Thinking
Thinking as I sit, Where the hell do I fit? I can't seem to meet The thing that needs to be out-spit. Things running on my mind, Then suddenly it was a straight line. For a moment I stood, And for a moment I thought I understood. It was a mistake.. It was all fake! Then I finally understood; Thinking too much won't help you stand up in your own shoes.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
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