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Emily
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08 June 2008

June #6

It's funny the troubles
we choose for ourselves.
Like greatness,
some we are given,
but some we must
accept the blame for.
Even the perfectly sound have
swiped themselves
more than they admit.
Posted by Emily at 22:51
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