Mysterious Girl

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2-10-15

I see you from across the room, in the corner in gloom, you always have your face in a notebook, and I can't help but look, there's something mysterious about who you are, and you could be far, when you are writing your head may be somewhere else, better than this hell where all is felt, I want to know you, I want to join you, take me out of this broken land, I'll take your hand

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