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I was a superstitious kid I didn't step on the cracks I wonder how much I hid Behind my parents' backs. And in a tiny way I'm still The same as I was then A little girl in for a thrill Afraid of what's around the bend. I still wonder if the moon Affects my moods and caprice Maybe if I had more room To breathe, I'd find peace.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Superstition