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A desk is a chain And a door a weight amongst a wait And yet men and women chain themselves To merely familiar similar fates On a daily basis they do base Their admirations on those without chains But it couldn’t be That IT were THEY That freedom were found in a more free way
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
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A desk is a chain And a door a weight amongst a wait And yet men and women chain themselves To merely familiar similar fates On a daily basis they do base Their admirations on those without chains But it couldn’t be That IT were THEY That freedom were found in a more free way
Here to breaking patterns. Destroying expectations. Ans freeing yourself from the forgetful because.
colmistoirm
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
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