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Severe nights
Sitting down and cooling down
why does it feel so gown
like a dress made for a special night
never with a chance to win your own fight
pleasing someone else, that's not the fear
I want myself the closest near
And myself is full of energies in the mind
not asleep, one of a kind.
Thursday 17th October 2019 10:43 pm
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