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all we are is dust in the wind. distance is just path sperated by memories. every time i try to talk its as thou the voice is not inside of me. running form the past of all the pain. running to a futrue i can not see. all that is done. all that is tried. can not accomplish what was set to be done. all of these lives we do not live. reality is
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