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When I was in the darkest place she showed up with a flashlight And when I was so, so cold she built a small fire I know if I were dangling from a tiny branch poking out of a tall cliff she would be there with rope setting up nets underneath I know this because she did Some days I am terribly sure that not a soul gets me There she is, though with pom poms (one that says ***** the other vanilla) cheering The world just doesn’t  know what compassion is She defines it And I love her I owe her And I got rope, a flashlight and some matches so that one day I can return the favor And girl, no number of wrinkles could make you less beautiful
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
It's You
When I was in the darkest place she showed up with a flashlight And when I was so, so cold she built a small fire I know if I were dangling from a tiny branch poking out of a tall cliff she would be there with rope setting up nets underneath I know this because she did Some days I am terribly sure that not a soul gets me There she is, though with pom poms (one that says ***** the other vanilla) cheering The world just doesn’t  know what compassion is She defines it And I love her I owe her And I got rope, a flashlight and some matches so that one day I can return the favor And girl, no number of wrinkles could make you less beautiful
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
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