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Dec 2011
If only they knew what I could do.
What I was worth.
Would they come running in droves, or would they cower in fear, as if unworthy?
I'm not after the party flake, nor the wholesale take.
I'm after the ones who don't exist.
Written by
Adam Bigelow
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   1487, Swells, Primrose Clare and Anna
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