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I'm done climbing trees with snapping branches
Done scaling mountains with avalanches
The waters are all shark infested
No place to lay and be well rested
The softest grass has fire ants 
The warmest hugs will snap your back
Where will I lay when will I lie
On a safe place where I won't cry
It's slowly going, it quickly faded
The trust I had.... I have misplaced it
 

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