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Aug 2011
She's slipping away from this life.
She's weighed down by all of her strife.
And as the dawn marches on,
She can't hear the song,
That's calling her back to me.

Because she's wasted and gone,
She can't keep moving on,
And she wants to jump off of a bridge.
Yeah she wants to be done,
She's having no fun,
And her toes are hanging over the edge.
Skyler Gray Nicholson
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