WarriorCarryingWater
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CATEGORY
life
Yesterday is gone and today is nearly over
Tomorrow is nigh so we’re all a little older
Tempers get hot whenever hearts grow colder
Victory is sweet, defeat’s an unpleasant odor
News remains bleak, stacking chips upon your shoulder
Sisyphus on a hill perpetually pushing a boulder
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