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Sunday, April 26, 2009 @ 8:14 PM

Picture you're the queen of everything
as far as the eye can see
under your command
I will be your guardian
when all is crumbling
steady your hand
Don't let me go
Don't let me go

there's no reason for me to feel this way. no reason whatsoever. and yet i do. they say some things have no reason to it but i dont believe thats the case. there must be a reason. and ill find it.

im at this really weird place now and i need someone. someone to help me out

All we know is distance
We're close and then we run
Kiss away the difference
I know you hate this one

But this is how the story ends
Or have we just begun

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Marcus Eng


10 March 1990
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