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Mar 2017
I was halfway to the top
When it pulled me down
left in this ghost town
I can't do much but rot

I wished so hard it wasn't there
I should try again, I couldn't care
he's the strongest and its clear
It got a mask to make me fear

Today I tried to escape, again
got far, but still under his reign.
Please, just let me be free

I only saw once Its face
I say ''it'' but he's part of me
He's the part I can't embrace
Félix Thériault
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Félix Thériault  Yamachiche
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