

i'm up in arms. over life. over death. over love. then all the little things that tie them together. sometimes as soft as a feather. sometimes as hard as oak. always break away from the choke. always make your way for the most. you can't waste your time and boast. you can pace your time and pray.
in twenty four hours and plus a few my heart has traveled the world three times.

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