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[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:47 am] |
And I’m not proud,
That nothing will seem easy about me.
But I promise this,
I won’t go my whole life,
Telling you I don’t need.
But I promise this,
I won’t go my whole life,
Telling you I don’t need.
I'll tell you now,
I guess like I should have told you then.
That thunder moves,
Like damn drawers slamming in my frame,
Slamming in my framework.
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