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my hot tears, and the paper cut that was the last straw, bringing me to them.
loathing mediocrity, and how it lurks around hoping to grab me.
if i would slow down, and fill up and set my squirmy feet in.
if i could see tomorrow like i see today, that the excellence i long for is within my reach, and completely available to me.
loathing mediocrity, and how it lurks around hoping to grab me.
if i would slow down, and fill up and set my squirmy feet in.
if i could see tomorrow like i see today, that the excellence i long for is within my reach, and completely available to me.