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Many steps have I taken,None have lead me here,I leave them in my wake.Each step shapes the snow,Frozen remnants of a journey,No beginning, no end.A t..
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Grasp not
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I go looking for it and I've already missed it,I seek it and therefore cannot find it,Yet the Sun still shines and the wind still blows.
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Day in, day out, I fight my soul’s affliction.A way in, a way out, this plight my body’s addiction,Stay Zen, what then? Be a soul-wright, ..
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