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These days we are more like slow drips from a leaky faucet than the hydrant burst that we once pooled our past with. But I guess even a puddle of droplets can still feed the storm. (This constant flood & drought will never let us grow)
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
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These days we are more like slow drips from a leaky faucet than the hydrant burst that we once pooled our past with. But I guess even a puddle of droplets can still feed the storm. (This constant flood & drought will never let us grow)
miranda-lopez
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
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