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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Lips. What Makes me Keep Hold
Don't get lost in the dark,
I'll come find you when your hurting
But I can't fix what you've done to yourself,
Or maybe I can but wont?
I wasn't the one to break you,
Or even cut you loose
Why come to me now?
December 2008
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