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The sounds of the ocean waves crashing as if they were talking to me saying , " Breathe, be free."
The sound of the wind whispering in my ear, break your chains, run, run,run, don't you dare look back
My eyes closed, my heart beating fast, wondering when will the world stop spinning round and round
When will my light be free to shine
When will my soul be freed from yours
When will...
Tuesday 17th November 2020 8:22 pm
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