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Mar 2015
thirsty for destiny
blinded by agony
with worries from tomorrow
sneaking through the door
...
and they pour out
like the morning sun
through the cracks of unopened doors
i don't want to try opening..
...
not today..
sainche micano
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sainche micano  alone
(alone)   
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   Devon Webb
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