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Feb 2014
Troubles hanging on my shoulder
So **** ready to walk out the door
I am dying to feel alive and secure
Your hands felt my frustration
Your eyes saw my flaws
And my addictions
Traits and bad habits
I remember last night
It was fun yet light
Hit me like
A ton of bricks
A description of such
Your care makes me blush
I am insecure and you see it
You tell me to hold your hands
And let the worries slip
Into the nothing they should be
The best friend truly heals me
sinderella
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sinderella  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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