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It's supposed to be greatSo why is this hate
Filled within these bones
It's supposed to be more than enough
So why is it so tough
To have what you want
When it shows you the way
Then you have to pay
For what you thought was free
It's supposed to be
It's supposed to be delicate
Between what's fragile and unknown
A box wrapped in silver
Before the gold's shown
So where does this ground
With this that it holds
Fill in when there's no road?
posted by Lindsey @ 10:01 PM
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