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St. Hills

Wading, Wading.

I have my friends here and there.

waiting, waiting.

I smile at both.

wanting, wanting.

I'm in between two lives right now.

I've almost sorted out my **** now.

oh, but today brought me new ****

**** for the new,

you're almost sorted

**** with the old.

I'm not in the mood to deal with you.

Out with the old, in with the new.

I'm wading between two lives.

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Feb 17, 2011
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