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I wish I could say I had all the answers...
So many come looking to me for them

I hide behind this curtain of confidence
and shroud myself in a cloak of perseverance

Nothing gets to me if I keep moving
Nothing hurts if I dont let it get to me

But it all comes tolling...
Posted: 2011-10-18 05:07:22 UTC

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