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Oct 2011
I'm made of concrete but my
Heels wont stop, the pulling
I try to gamble with golden gates but my
Eyes can't see them before me
You try to push me but I'm not moving,
I try to reason with fate, but he left
That morning.
Written by
Kristen Zarrelli
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