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I take this. I take this god given brain that I love to hate to live with, and think so hard. So hard, that I can't turns into I didn’t... ...and never did. And because of that. Because of the insane way I chose to use my brain, I never could. I only can’t when I take away the opportunity. Because it’s there. And chances come and go. Not always tangible, but absolutely obtainable. In a world where a word like freedom, is waved in front of my face; like a donkey, pulling a wagon, walking towards the almost never worth it satisfaction, of the carrot. Told that the work, and struggle, is worth the Earth's crumble, and that *** is willing to bear it.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
There is no you in can't
I take this. I take this god given brain that I love to hate to live with, and think so hard. So hard, that I can't turns into I didn’t... ...and never did. And because of that. Because of the insane way I chose to use my brain, I never could. I only can’t when I take away the opportunity. Because it’s there. And chances come and go. Not always tangible, but absolutely obtainable. In a world where a word like freedom, is waved in front of my face; like a donkey, pulling a wagon, walking towards the almost never worth it satisfaction, of the carrot. Told that the work, and struggle, is worth the Earth's crumble, and that *** is willing to bear it.
daniel-wetter
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
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