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Oct 2014
Hands held too tight
Eyes too damp
Voices too loud
Happiness too great
Sadness too strong
Music too beautiful
Words too long
Fear too strong
Ambition too high
By the time you read this,
I'm too far gone.
This is what we call life.
A world of too many's
That make something beautiful
And something terrible.
It's times like these that make me hope I didn't forget English.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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