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every man must rise and fall and rise and fall again until they fall forever the Great descent isn’t it a contest? to contest the common way? me on my journey i’m yearning, straining to be free but i’m fixated, suffering a cycle a soldered wheel do i want to? do i want to get off? the bottom; terror the top is always a promise a promise that i love to keep a man who thinks doesn’t know a man who knows doesn’t think that’s what they say and yet, to simply be what a chore here we go again
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
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every man must rise and fall and rise and fall again until they fall forever the Great descent isn’t it a contest? to contest the common way? me on my journey i’m yearning, straining to be free but i’m fixated, suffering a cycle a soldered wheel do i want to? do i want to get off? the bottom; terror the top is always a promise a promise that i love to keep a man who thinks doesn’t know a man who knows doesn’t think that’s what they say and yet, to simply be what a chore here we go again
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
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