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Sep 2011
All this time I didn't feel right
You gave me a struggle but it wasnt my fight
I became distracted with the course of my life
It wasn't the direction, as much as the flow
The highest highs and the lowest lows
The blackest nights and the whitest glows
I stay up above or down below
The medium stays well out of sight
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