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Trust,

Take a look, Another shot. The target always moves, But that's what you want. Stepping on cracks along the way, Getting up and starting over again. Now aren't you glad you left me there, Next time trust me I swear.

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caydy-wright

Canadian

Published: Oct 6, 2012
LinesWords: 840

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