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Manning this vessel aimlessly On open sea that beckons me. Yet which direction do I set my sails? According to the wind, if all else fails. Alas, scar-clad from my ruthless ambition, Longing to free my shackles of inhibition. Wishful aspirations of self-deposition, yet Auspicious sights arising on the horizon.
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
Mutiny
Manning this vessel aimlessly On open sea that beckons me. Yet which direction do I set my sails? According to the wind, if all else fails. Alas, scar-clad from my ruthless ambition, Longing to free my shackles of inhibition. Wishful aspirations of self-deposition, yet Auspicious sights arising on the horizon.
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
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