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Our Shadows By: Sarah Squirrel 9/15/04
She's cold, calculated, like steel,
But I'm warm, absentminded, carefree,
Everything she does has a purpose
I act on impulse
She knows what she wants in her life
She knows what to do to get there
I don't. I'm just me.
She tells me not to be so flaky
She says it to decieve.
She wants to be this flaky
She wants to be ( Read more... )
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