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[tie_therope]

this miserable boy, accused and despondent, sat on this curb off an endless road, where wonders turn into expectations, and expectations into despair. he held a stogie in a hand, and a dream in the other. when he smoked it, he felt guilt and regret, and when he opened the other hand, he saw chance and hope. so he took his lit stogie, and burnt it

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[anonymous]

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