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Mar 2014
I don't know how to leave the spot
Where I stand now
This is where I have always stood.
My feet are callous
From the sharp edges of this place
But I dread to leave nonetheless.
This is my ground, do not take it from me.
this one is older... still somewhat true though
Written by
Brendan Norris
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   Catrina Sparrow
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