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At some point something Has to give or else I will Fall into darkness. ... But I don't think for a moment This is Your fault. I know I know its mine. My pride and my sin My ignoring Your name.
Its like swallowing flint To be here. Among the talented people The children of broken homes Motor homes And hill-top homes. From the highest of life To the lowest of lows Poets, word weavers,
I see you two together You say he's just your friend But still I feel this uneasiness Why do I feel this way When we are only friend When we are nothing more
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