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Apr 2014
It's like we are from diffrent realities
as diffrent as wrong is to right
as close as darkness is to light
as far away as the sky is from the sea
as diffrent as the birds and the bees

But you have
been treated the same as me
and you have seen the
same pain as me

I guess that how friends come to be
Marcus White
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Marcus White
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