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Mar 2016
you push me
over and over again
the edge is not enough
so you create new heights
new highs
for me to hold on to
the edge of this life
and i follow you
oh how i followed you
till the end and back
and its not until now
that i realize
that to die is to be in love
and then to wake up
Aver
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Aver  ny
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