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Fluxing in a state of conscience, bucking at the wrong bits, I've made it this far, plucking, ponder, vomit.. Ever so eager, may this path be more than leisure, for not what it seems, endure this fight night fever.. If you ask me, it's more than hope and faith, I broke it off the lever.. This year insofar, move forward think back, breathe first.. As such is the life, this heart beats crafted, cedes the hurt.. Might in that I, full proof a part that feeds a thirst..