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Every Moves Must Have A Purpose Standing on the edge of the cliff looking down at the muddy water My body froze, my mind   wandered about life altering The floating leaves cluster against an old tree branch the stronger ones, hurried along: an image of mockery An ill feeling came over me: What the purpose of living? I saw the younger generation shoving us Asking us to make room! Make room I saw injustice about to happen: I felt the squeeze lost for a moment Numb and ill emotions Should've I jump or should I move away from the cliff "Hiss “whisper the wind." What you are about to do is a sin. Who do you think you are Tim Tin? I felt a sudden tug on my arm a little voice whispered, “Satan you’re a liar. Turn down that heat on the fire, Unhand me!   I wouldn’t be dupe by you I stumble for a moment, Gasping for breath as I held my chest Was I brain-dead or just simply Mad as hell? suicidal thoughts Every move has its purpose And life is to move on Thank God I didn’t take that plunge Every Moves Must Have A Purpose
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Every move must have a purpose
Every Moves Must Have A Purpose Standing on the edge of the cliff looking down at the muddy water My body froze, my mind   wandered about life altering The floating leaves cluster against an old tree branch the stronger ones, hurried along: an image of mockery An ill feeling came over me: What the purpose of living? I saw the younger generation shoving us Asking us to make room! Make room I saw injustice about to happen: I felt the squeeze lost for a moment Numb and ill emotions Should've I jump or should I move away from the cliff "Hiss “whisper the wind." What you are about to do is a sin. Who do you think you are Tim Tin? I felt a sudden tug on my arm a little voice whispered, “Satan you’re a liar. Turn down that heat on the fire, Unhand me!   I wouldn’t be dupe by you I stumble for a moment, Gasping for breath as I held my chest Was I brain-dead or just simply Mad as hell? suicidal thoughts Every move has its purpose And life is to move on Thank God I didn’t take that plunge Every Moves Must Have A Purpose
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
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