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Oct 2012
The things you say get under my skin.
With every breath I hang on like a kid.
They say for me to just let it go,
But if I do I might spiral out of control.
Cause so many people can actually win,
But only you can get under my skin.
Caydy Wright
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Caydy Wright  Canada
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