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Stagnation never takes its course within oneself. Praying at the crossroads, hoping things would go well. Ahead of us lies A Different standard of meaning, Adding concrete facets to the once so-called oddity. Clinging on the urge to stay on track and keep moving. I just take this strange continuum, Leaving all my peers bemused and clueless. Have I changed, have I gone insane? Even past is haunting me, I have no time to turn around . . .
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
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Stagnation never takes its course within oneself. Praying at the crossroads, hoping things would go well. Ahead of us lies A Different standard of meaning, Adding concrete facets to the once so-called oddity. Clinging on the urge to stay on track and keep moving. I just take this strange continuum, Leaving all my peers bemused and clueless. Have I changed, have I gone insane? Even past is haunting me, I have no time to turn around . . .
m-harris
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
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