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I can sit here and stare, looking for something that is not there. Unfortunately when I find what I'm looking for, it wont be anywhere close to your shore. The troubles that harbor at home, is something I have never shown. So you can look the other way and just part, because inside this home there was no real heart.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
broken home...
I can sit here and stare, looking for something that is not there. Unfortunately when I find what I'm looking for, it wont be anywhere close to your shore. The troubles that harbor at home, is something I have never shown. So you can look the other way and just part, because inside this home there was no real heart.
karlos-acosta
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
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