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Precariously perched our fate is on a taut tightrope of tribulation. Indecision keeps us teetering left and right, but never forward, both too proud to make the first move. As our balance breaks and our stamina saps we must take a step or fall.
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC
Tension
Precariously perched our fate is on a taut tightrope of tribulation. Indecision keeps us teetering left and right, but never forward, both too proud to make the first move. As our balance breaks and our stamina saps we must take a step or fall.
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC
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