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Dec 2015
My head keeps turning
Where do I go?
I tell myself to go forward
And to never take it slow

Run and run
Is all I could do
Travelling along a crooked path  
I stumble upon Waterloo

Gashes and bashes
I endure everyday
I stitch my wounds
And continue this game I play

Towards the end
There stands a tree
Old yet strong
This is where should I be
Always look ahead.
K
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K  M/Philippines
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