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Jun 2013
We fight, we break
We make, we take
What is it that we must rush
to constantly?
Why can't we stop to take a look
around and help those who have
fallen?
Is it because we're scared of falling
too?
Or taking that step to help someone
and hold their heart and trust within
your soul?
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