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Published: May 15, 2009

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Fear is at the heart of love
Push is a major component of shove
Everything inbetween
Are like spaces in sidewalks
Tiny cracks under our feet

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lalalucky0307

May 16, 2009

I Will Follow You Into The Dark perhaps? xD
i love that song.

very nice job on this one its short but wonderful :]

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