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Another wasted day
Counting every single breath
So this is what is left
A shawl to wear around my neck
To hold me close to home
When I’m being pulled apart,
Why am I always kept away
From what I hold inside my heart
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let it always be known that i was who i am
cukursēne (saccharomyces) wrote on May 19th, 2011 at 07:59 pm
like i thought they did but they don't