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Teeth grinding,  my bodies numbing.  The toxins are coating every inch of my being.  Frantically falling, always losing,  trying to be the one worth choosing.  Just start moving,  keep on walking like I'm never again going to be failing.  
It's all about taming, then the taking.  No point in grieving non-sense about never having a chance of becoming. Just start learning, then yearning and start earning like I'm about to come out labeled with a warning.  Just keep lining, keep building,  walling in all that feeling.  

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