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(I need a reason to stand)

Not to run; A reason to flee. When all the world is colliding, Where will I be standing? I feel like I'm a piano in a sea of glancing eyes. My voice is broken and out of place. No where left to hide.

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samantha-elizabeth-bartle

Italian

Published: Apr 3, 2013
LinesWords: 743

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