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Oct 2011
There's a place inside I need to be
But I can't
There's a piece of me I need to see
But I can't
I've been trying hard to find a path
but night just seems so close
so I turn around and walk away
tomorrow might bring hope
And when I wake the day is bright
I start to look again
but everywhere I turn is dark
the mirror looks opaque
Can grey be far behind?
Written by
Pluurg
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   Judy Ponceby
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