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The room is dark.
The truth is hidden.
You still haven’t come.
And I’m not sure why
But my life just keeps on passing me by.
And you won’t come about
No matter how much I shout.
So I’ll just have to get up
And walk myself out.
The lights come on.
The room is bright.
The truth is seen.
Hey, I'm Lexie. Let's get married.
sofragile-sorefined replied to your post: Looking at colleges gives me a…
go to vcu, hang out with flogic
i m nt aloud 2 play wth olr kids
9 months ago on August 21, 2012 at 12:33pm
