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Here we are, standing on the edge of sympathy, bound by irony, divided in purpose. You aim to climb the highest peak, meaning is what you seek. I want to see the skies painted in the dawn, for in the morning, significance is reborn.
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
Dawn
Here we are, standing on the edge of sympathy, bound by irony, divided in purpose. You aim to climb the highest peak, meaning is what you seek. I want to see the skies painted in the dawn, for in the morning, significance is reborn.
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
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