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Try not to clear(s) the forest in search of means to break through, pulling with outlasting fate. Behind you sky, the miles I ponder
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
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Try not to clear(s) the forest in search of means to break through, pulling with outlasting fate. Behind you sky, the miles I ponder
About the lie of how we've come to as a race.
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25/M/Toronto
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
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