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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Ripped
All day, every thought, every song, every phrase.
I feel like I'm being left. Or I'm leaving.
Come back. I don't even know you yet. You haven't even given me a chance to show you myself.
I know you would never do what he did.
Let me show you my light, let you show me who I am.
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