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a canyon has words too
much more than echo, echo.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
For the blisters on my feet
For the ache in my heart
For the cold sweats and nightmares
For the weight of anxiety
For the bruises and strains
For the time away from you
I just want to be able to say
It was worth it
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