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Sep 2009
I don't believe
That I am so,
A person stretched between
Who she is
(and) Who is she?
And tell me (please)
What you think I am.
I pray you're wrong.
I hope I'm right.
I wonder if you'd bless me,
Carry me up shining hills.
(Tell me who I am)
Written by
messydaisy
635
   Shelby Young
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