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Oh weary traveler How can you even stand to walk  beside me? I am but a simple girl Nothing special Craving for the adventure That never comes The sweet taste of freedom Fresh on my lips Not today, not ever I walk down a familiar path Hoping to find an unexpected turn I hope to lose myself But I just come out the other side As always "You will go to the paper towns and you will never some back." I find this to be true The paper towns are slowly suffocating me Dragging me down into the deep darkness of familiarity Peter, come retrieve your Wendy Alice lead me to the rabbit hole My life is made up of landmarks on a map leading nowhere
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Wanderlust
Oh weary traveler How can you even stand to walk  beside me? I am but a simple girl Nothing special Craving for the adventure That never comes The sweet taste of freedom Fresh on my lips Not today, not ever I walk down a familiar path Hoping to find an unexpected turn I hope to lose myself But I just come out the other side As always "You will go to the paper towns and you will never some back." I find this to be true The paper towns are slowly suffocating me Dragging me down into the deep darkness of familiarity Peter, come retrieve your Wendy Alice lead me to the rabbit hole My life is made up of landmarks on a map leading nowhere
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samantha-boyd
American
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
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