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When you constantly question why you continue, but it never occurs to you to stop.

The sun peeks Through my window, Again. I loathe it so. For it shines Into my heart and soul I am transparent Before its P..

What we must overcome.

If you row, you understand. If you don't, I'm sorry.

I spoke to a rose who found it interesting to bloom in snow. This is it's story.

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