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Breaking

Down another row, and up two steps I take. Knowing that I am about to break. It was the last draw on my stone, cold slate. I knew that I was going to break. Each piece I could put together, was another one lost. Seeing is believing and so are many flaws. Down another row, and up two steps I take. Soon to know, what if feels like to break.




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