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Nov 2012
Hands like forgiveness holding on to strings with no ends. And we've been walking this tightrope, stretched by our own hands for too long it seems. But I'm full of careless ways to make a mends. I know we can fulfill all the dreams I see when I watch movie scenes. Now take some stake in the words I commit. Because I've meant them truely since the day I met your eyes. I won't stand for thinking this is it. Because you're the only thing that has ever filled my skies.
Sara Nadenicek
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   Renae and Sienna Burroughs
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