January 7, 2012
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Things from your past
Lead you hear at last
Wishing for more, than what you were intended for
Freedom at your touch
But for you it was too much
Pulling back from fate
You knew it was too late
Letting go of all you know
Waiting for something to show
You the way out of the dark
But in your heart
This was your paradise

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