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Oct 2016
The angsty teen I grew up dreaming to be

But I hear things sometimes

And no one knows where the noise comes from

But

As  

The wood floors whisper

I start to whisper
S
Written by
S  Forest
(Forest)   
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     --- and Doug Potter
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