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Too Much Space, Too Much Time
The plan never changed
it was never revealed
suddenly, this cell was just mine
Can I still grow, can I still change?
I don't want to be my father
I don't want to live alone
Another evening in;
another night, pushing everyone away
'All I need is a little space
room enough to think a while
write some lines
a drink or two
Me; all to myself'
But the more I take, t...
Thursday 25th November 2010 12:23 pm
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