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Aug 2013
Standing in the middle of a wind storm trying to be heard...
Trying to call your name...
To tell you I'm scared.
To tell you I can't live without you knowing me.
Trying to tell you I love you.
But the words are stolen by the storm and lost in the wind.
Mary Mack
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Mary Mack  Small Town USA
(Small Town USA)   
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