We are but rats.
Insatiably fat.
Swarming the bait.
Tug of war with fate.
We are but rats.
Curiously fat.
Eating the bait.
Being consumed by fate.
We are but rats.
Incredibly fat.
We ate the bait.
We're dancing with fate.
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Author:
Noah (
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And funnily enough I am Year of the Rat in Chinese calendar..... And now I AM out of the rat race..... and over the moon about it! I hope everyone gets your message.........
Haha I'm glad Lorna, and I sure hope so
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