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Jul 2014
I don't choose the rain that falls,
the earth that shakes,
my heart that calls.

I can't choose your place in my heart,
your voice in my head,
or where to start.

I don't choose who I am 'round you,
the words I say,
or the things I do.

I can't choose the fights to end,
the emotions I feel,
which heart to mend.
Genevieve Wakutz
Written by
Genevieve Wakutz  Waterloo
(Waterloo)   
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   Tiberias Paulk
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