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by sammy   Feb 14, 2005


Hands are full
life throws more

can't let anything drop
have to pull through

no room for mistakes
time can not be spared

"get your head in the game"
"focus on the gold"

what is important?
everything

tired of carrying
wish to forget

and so it goes on...
the endless load getting heavier

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