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Jul 2013
When you find yourself surrounded
by emptiness and despair,
walking into lonely rooms filled
with hollowed air,
come to me
take my hand
off to never never land.
Where you will never be alone
and never shed a tear,
off to never never land,
take my hand, my dear.
Syd
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Syd  23/F/Virginia
(23/F/Virginia)   
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