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it's crazy how a goal can somehow make one feel less useless

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crimson24

posted October 15, 2017 at 1:16pm UTC tagged with life, music, goals, quote

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all it takes is once to remember why the wrist was the favourite location
i keep telling myself that if wonder woman can stop WWIII and frodo can get the ring to mordor surely i can get out of bed.

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