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i no longer justify my decisions with self, and I find myself murmuring reason on the way home, working through thoughts like thick nets of string, always finding the end, never cutting corners, snipping middles, I'm not cheating anymore.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
To the Trail.
i no longer justify my decisions with self, and I find myself murmuring reason on the way home, working through thoughts like thick nets of string, always finding the end, never cutting corners, snipping middles, I'm not cheating anymore.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
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