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it, within me sings the door the beckoning i'm afraid to look inside i may just find no thing alive by consequence by design by my burdens i'm defined by my curses i'm refined my consequence my design
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
the door
it, within me sings the door the beckoning i'm afraid to look inside i may just find no thing alive by consequence by design by my burdens i'm defined by my curses i'm refined my consequence my design
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
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