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Reasons to Stay Soul searching brown eyes A listening smile Quiet, low sighs A hand to hold awhile The smell of sawdust and the raw earth (so you’re saying I smell like dirt) A heart that doesn’t quite know its full worth Me, swimming in his old sweatshirt I call them all crazy cause they all went away But I look at him and just see reasons to stay. @ albany.new.york - @ the.aimless.muse