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Dec 2012
And there are times, when I’m with you
And I get that feeling
You get when you stand next to the
Edge of a large drop
And you look down
And I look down
But at the bottom
We are. Stubborn
Unwilling to take the trip
And meet ourselves at the top
And so I’m always looking down at us
Up at us
Down
Stubborn me
us
you
Written by
KST
395
   Sara Ellen
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