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Oct 2013
I got the reasons in my hand
Had them figured out now and then
But when I try to let them lose
I can't seem to escape from my own blues
And this I'd like you all to know
Without the usual pretty flow
That some things, I know, will set me free
But not thy love in our written tragedy.
Ceryn
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Ceryn  33/F/PH
(33/F/PH)   
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   --- and Chuck
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