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Oct 2014
I'm starting to see the light
I would say I'm starting to see the light again
but I have never seen it
The sun is coming out
peeking from behind the grey mountain tops
it's going at a fair pace
but things are getting in the way
and stopping it from rising
Those **** crows
always flying in a pack
trying to ruin someones day
my day
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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