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Jan 2012
As this snow withers bit by bit
I pounder life and sit
Staring out this frozen window
Wondering if i could have been that low
Low enough to show the hurt that should have been left hidden
I should have left the view of myself to others golden
Now i have all this dirt on my name
And its myself i blame
Chelsea Ashdown
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