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May 2013
If I could, If I had the courage
I'd run away....

Far... where the forgotten kidnapped children are buried
Far... where oxygen has no name
And I'd walk there like a barefooted gypsy
The insanity of it all driving me sane

Far... where the undiscovered grows
Far... where danger begins
And I'd inhale it all like it was natural
I guess, danger and I will be friends
Arianna Anderson
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Arianna Anderson
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