baby green

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By pat

And it sits against the wall waiting in anticipation This is not the day for this I know and it won't ever be. Do you believe in your bed? or would it leave you too sad? Apart from: lame things, telling scenes from dreams, and pain, and shame, and everything I guess.. All aside Do you believe you're down? That you're too old? So,Give everything away that matters and everything that makes you sad. Wake up.

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