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Dec 2013
I'm standing on the sand
The grains sifting through my toes
I smile as I look out and raise my hand
What I'm looking at, wishing for, nobody knows
But I know exactly what I want, what I'm doing
I'm not some lunatic talking to himself and smiling
It's all because of what's happened and what's been brewing
You put me on your hex list, I watched as you were writing

But hey, do what feels and looks right
Take it as it comes, leave it as it goes
These things always start a fight
From one side to the other coast
Everything happens the same way
Someone says something and another hears it
Then it goes on and on and they play
Little by little, the truth becomes a tiny bit
A blip in the burning stratosphere
John
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John  28/M/New York
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