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From the present the future seems like infinite choices. Take me, take me, they offer their voices. The past is echoes of choices not taken, the screams of choices, you have forsaken. Your choices before, might have been wrong, ignoring the echoes is what makes you strong. Ignoring the echoes, the strong rush ahead, never stopping until they are …
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
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From the present the future seems like infinite choices. Take me, take me, they offer their voices. The past is echoes of choices not taken, the screams of choices, you have forsaken. Your choices before, might have been wrong, ignoring the echoes is what makes you strong. Ignoring the echoes, the strong rush ahead, never stopping until they are …
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
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