by Rose. » Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:44 pm
Rose smiled and looked back out to the water, "It's getting late." She mumbled, "Should we be getting back?"
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If I let you in, you'd just want out.
If I tell you the truth, you'd vie for a lie.
If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up.
If you follow me, you will only get lost.
If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch.
Yes you already know too much; and you're not going anywhere.
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