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Dec 2016
It was a Saturday
I thought and wish that i could stay
But i was freeing the fears
Letting it all express itself in tears
It was time to stand up
Walk and never stop

Of course i have thought of looking back
Time traveling to the near past
Be stock and remember how fast
How fragile to be stock
But all of it will just be a part
Something that can no longer stay in our heart

Now I'm one step ahead of us
I'm 10 feet below me
It's all so quick as the bus
I don't see how it will be
How can i stop the bleeding
When the pain keeps on giving

It's all pitch black like the untold
So steep, so high, so cold
For a moment it was pain
In memory it is love
For now it's falling
Tomorrow keep moving

So it's Saturday

I have nothing left to say
Slam
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