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| Threshold |
10/2/2006
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I feel the threshold that was already told.
I am the font, never regular, but big and bold.
There's a certain level of stress that begins with every mess.
Something I can never seem to second guess.
A level of pain conquering any hopes of success.
When more is never less.
I feel the heat rising that was once cold.
I am the young still that will never be old.
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