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Aug 2013
If I
jumped
I would turn into a memory
my things would be put into storage
and the sound off my voice forgotten
the way I laughed
talked
it would all fade away
in a matter of seconds
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
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