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Sep 2016
It's pressing on my chest
Like a weight that can't be lifted
I hate the way it feels
As if the world is tilted
I climb and climb
But fall back down
To my place
Here on the ground
I've lost my wings
I've lost my hope
I need a reason to climb back up
Written by
Ron  Michigan
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