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Jan 2018
We think of this world as land
But we are band
To have are own thoughts and belief
Society is a thief
We are who we are
Its not meant to be a scar
We are not supposed to hide
But we are all caught in the tide
Tide of anxiety and fear
But how do you get out dear
You push through and swim
This world was not supposed to be grim
So it's time to be you
So just think of this as a clue
Written by
The Hopeless Souls
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