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pack your bags and perch yourself on the highest of stakes overlooking the city and her scape looking down you may find that someone has taken up their charcoal pencil only to draw cruel frowns on the faces of those who claimed to love you but never mind the unpredictable pathos of the mind half a million miles away the sun will threaten to blind until the day that it dies and who it catches in the snares of its rays are left up to the fingers of fate happy accidents, lucky misfortunes they’re all just rocks on the path that led you to today
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Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 10:56 PM UTC
fated heights
pack your bags and perch yourself on the highest of stakes overlooking the city and her scape looking down you may find that someone has taken up their charcoal pencil only to draw cruel frowns on the faces of those who claimed to love you but never mind the unpredictable pathos of the mind half a million miles away the sun will threaten to blind until the day that it dies and who it catches in the snares of its rays are left up to the fingers of fate happy accidents, lucky misfortunes they’re all just rocks on the path that led you to today
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Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 10:56 PM UTC
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