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Next-To-Candlelight

Published: Jul 11, 2017

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I've stumbled and fallen,
Tripped over my own feet,
Needing someone to help me,
To pick me up again,
Or to at least motivate me,
To pick myself up,
And dust myself off,
So I can continue moving forward,
Without fear of falling again.

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hansluplus

Jul 11, 2017

I wouldn't say you wouldn't fall again. Hell, I think the world will keep tripping us over and try to pin us down to the ground and it's sucks.
but do you really want to just stay down there and just letting hell have it's way over you and keep laughing at you?

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