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8/9/2012
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There's always a certain level of stress that begins with any mess.
When more is never less.
I am the font never regular but big and bold.
I am the young still that will never grow old.
A certain level of pain can conquer any hopes of success.
I feel the threshold that was already told.
I feel the heat rising that was once cold.
Something I can never caress.
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