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It's the little things in life Which can slowly crush the soul The will to fight, the old desires Ever changing and growing older Be it in the misunderstanding Or the mistreatment of others Or the values to which you so preciously hold I find its better to take the time To reshape the clay Rather than to let yourself be bothered By the deconstruction of your most beloved mold
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Broken Mold
It's the little things in life Which can slowly crush the soul The will to fight, the old desires Ever changing and growing older Be it in the misunderstanding Or the mistreatment of others Or the values to which you so preciously hold I find its better to take the time To reshape the clay Rather than to let yourself be bothered By the deconstruction of your most beloved mold
colmistoirm
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
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