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I've found myself in this same, crooked, dark place filled with light; it's consuming my fright, bringing something else to the fore. It wasn't "expletives"; that I know for sure. It wasn't "extremes", though those I favor lately. *** To find and lose oneself so much, it creates such chaos you'd think twice about choosing a path. The irony is needing to stick to a path of your choosing.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
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I've found myself in this same, crooked, dark place filled with light; it's consuming my fright, bringing something else to the fore. It wasn't "expletives"; that I know for sure. It wasn't "extremes", though those I favor lately. *** To find and lose oneself so much, it creates such chaos you'd think twice about choosing a path. The irony is needing to stick to a path of your choosing.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
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