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Monday, November 1, 2010

so if I stumble\and if I fall\and if I slip now\and loose it all\and if I can't be all that I could be
wait

feel I'm on the verge of some greath truth
where I'm finally in my place
but I'm stumbling for proof

Posted by anna at 12:10 AM

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