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My fingers are cut. My knuckles bleed. But I punch again. I punch and I punch and I punch. Until I realize that I'm breaking the tools that Allow me to escape To Freedom.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
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My fingers are cut. My knuckles bleed. But I punch again. I punch and I punch and I punch. Until I realize that I'm breaking the tools that Allow me to escape To Freedom.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
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