The toll

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By tink

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...

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