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Why am I here? What is there to complete? Is there some kind of mission? Must I compete? What is my life meant to compromise of? This can't be it. Born empty handed. Naked - No start-up kit. Find yourself they say. Where do I begin? A life full of tempters, Though no tolerance for sin. "Come one, Come all!" they shout, Promising excitement. A step into a shade of grey, An unknown world of enticement. A life full of tempters, Though no room for sin. Find yourself they say. Where do I begin?
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
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Why am I here? What is there to complete? Is there some kind of mission? Must I compete? What is my life meant to compromise of? This can't be it. Born empty handed. Naked - No start-up kit. Find yourself they say. Where do I begin? A life full of tempters, Though no tolerance for sin. "Come one, Come all!" they shout, Promising excitement. A step into a shade of grey, An unknown world of enticement. A life full of tempters, Though no room for sin. Find yourself they say. Where do I begin?
kaye-b-anderson
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
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