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Apr 2017
Stuck between wright or wrong.
All my emotions that I feel so strong.
It feels like swimming without
finding the shore.
Grasping for air.
Trying to find this open door.
In darker night searching for light.
My words will filter my blind sight.
Finding peace in my soul.
My heart is unfaithful.
Keeping my head up.
Trying to keep my eyes from crying.
Outside I'm laughing but from
the inside I'm dying.
Joyce
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Joyce
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         ---, Lior Gavra, kim, Randolph Llewellyn Wilson and Joyce
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