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May 2012
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Eddie, you try to make up for the woes that you never can shake.
Could I ever try to fill up the holes that were left in their wake?

I'll be your light.
I'll be your escape when you need leaving.
I'll be the night.
I'll be the path that's not deceiving.

I don't know much of life, but I know what I see in the truth in your eyes.
Could I have it all? Could I selfishly take you and make you just mine?
Jessy Luttrell
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