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I walk and I wake, I never give, and yet I always take. this is your adult life. we are going to be sophomores again. a little bit less self assured, a few more nights a week spent tired and bored. when the chaos gives in to a good moment's rest, I will salvage my soul to give you a show, I am asking myself "can I do this?", and the answer is, "no". I walk and I wake, and I never give, but I always take. this is your adult life.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
the day the trees came down
I walk and I wake, I never give, and yet I always take. this is your adult life. we are going to be sophomores again. a little bit less self assured, a few more nights a week spent tired and bored. when the chaos gives in to a good moment's rest, I will salvage my soul to give you a show, I am asking myself "can I do this?", and the answer is, "no". I walk and I wake, and I never give, but I always take. this is your adult life.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
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