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WASHED OUT
Washed out place in road-- that is what my life has hit! Pebbles flying highs! Pebbles flying high above my curving life-path; sometime, seems futile! Sometimes, seems futile, as my dreaming mind looks out on my questioning. On my growing questioning of my life's plan, gone amuck to oblivion. To oblivion? I will not be hindered by washed out place in road!
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