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Nov 2016
It's strange
How much an object can take you away
From the stress and the pain
When I put that board down
It's like everything fades away
All that is left is the wind in my face
And the feeling in my chest
Like a weight has been lifted
A veil pulled from my eyes
On my board I feel confident
Like I'm on top of the world
It's a liberating feeling and it never grows old
Written by
Ron  Michigan
     ---, Ryan Hoysan, Kush, Ovi-Odiete and DivineDao
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