Shadowlands
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Rebecca Navarre
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Running from what used to be.
Looking/searching for a way to
be free. Walking quietly in solitude.
Never in pace with the way time
moves. And the years can't be erased.
You were a part of me, and I'll always
see your face. And I still don't want to
believe. And I don't understand. And
I don't know why. This illness has to
be, passed from hand to hand.
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