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Thoughts never made it to my hands Should have never taken the chance Now I'm on a one way road Can't stop to shed the load And looking back, it all seems to shrink Yet I'm stuck, somewhere in between.. Almost is my favourite place to be Between a rock and a warm place Won't let them all know me It's called defensible space Except for one, if only he could hold me.. But distance isn't measured in meters with you And time, well seconds and hours never suited you your name's a spell I utter quite often One more day, keep my doors open.. Have you ever looked at a person And known that's who you'd love And never hold back? When I saw you I knew Time was a useless construct... And right now, Almost is my favourite place to be..
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
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Thoughts never made it to my hands Should have never taken the chance Now I'm on a one way road Can't stop to shed the load And looking back, it all seems to shrink Yet I'm stuck, somewhere in between.. Almost is my favourite place to be Between a rock and a warm place Won't let them all know me It's called defensible space Except for one, if only he could hold me.. But distance isn't measured in meters with you And time, well seconds and hours never suited you your name's a spell I utter quite often One more day, keep my doors open.. Have you ever looked at a person And known that's who you'd love And never hold back? When I saw you I knew Time was a useless construct... And right now, Almost is my favourite place to be..
Austen-girl
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
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