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Aug 2011
How is it that every time I'm finally at peace
whether I'm sitting in my room
or alone at the beach
when all that's on my mind is nothing
and my heart beats slowly
You
You enter my mind
It's like you know that I'm...I'm...
(well there's nothing else to describe it)
Happy
And you know what that makes me?
**MAD
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Sierra
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