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Oct 2015
The air feels heavy
My lungs can't take the weight
My sight is getting blurry
It's getting late

I'm lost and a wandering soul
With nowhere else to go
Am I getting old?
Or just waiting for uncertainty to unfold?
Sarah Oh
Written by
Sarah Oh  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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     Cecil Miller and Sarah Oh
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