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May 2016
All the glasses broke
Thousand shards under our feet
We dance on them with tip toes
Unknown song on repeat

They say that things change for better, but at this point I'm not really sure
When the sky comes rolling in, we'll be the first to fall

We're about to set on fire
A thousand problems we don't see
We closed our eyes many years ago
Now we're walking around as blind as can be

They say that we're the misfortuned
But we're proud of every little bit
We'll dance under the moon
Knowing we got more issues than Vogue

Because we hail, we bail, do nothing but fail.
We sing, we laugh, we cry
Our dreams, our hopes
They're nothing but goals, we'll never forfill alive
Louise Ruen
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Louise Ruen  19/F/Denmark
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