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I wonder when Jenga became a metaphor for my life Piece by piece, I am being stripped away Just so I can keep playing this game One by one, They are taken Leaving me off-balance and unfocused I wonder how long I can keep going Before I fall
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
Jenga
I wonder when Jenga became a metaphor for my life Piece by piece, I am being stripped away Just so I can keep playing this game One by one, They are taken Leaving me off-balance and unfocused I wonder how long I can keep going Before I fall
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
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