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Oct 2015
My heart is locked up in a house
With bars around
Guarded by the things I hold on to
You see me as I am
Through the window
But not through my eyes
I'm opening the doors
Slowly,
Slowly,
Slowly,
Is this the moment I've been waiting for?
Nina Sherizze
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Nina Sherizze
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