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We hang precariously by the lies we present as truth. Dispensing tainted words we thought inconsequential. Ill-conceived notions we sowed and nurtured. But now we dangle by the skin of our fingers over this cliff... Desperately clawing to find purchase... And gravity is a mean *****
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
Precarious
We hang precariously by the lies we present as truth. Dispensing tainted words we thought inconsequential. Ill-conceived notions we sowed and nurtured. But now we dangle by the skin of our fingers over this cliff... Desperately clawing to find purchase... And gravity is a mean *****
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
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