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I fail, like everyone else before me or after me, I can't hold the fort, I can't ride the wave, I can't bite the cliff, but I should be proud that I have never been in the contention to be excluded from being chosen by the mother, from being taken away by the father. It will never be the question of how far we made it, but it will always be the question of how we will deliver it.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
vibrosis sclerosis
I fail, like everyone else before me or after me, I can't hold the fort, I can't ride the wave, I can't bite the cliff, but I should be proud that I have never been in the contention to be excluded from being chosen by the mother, from being taken away by the father. It will never be the question of how far we made it, but it will always be the question of how we will deliver it.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
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