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May 2017
Seemingly, seemingly
The world around is squeezing me
Pulling me and pushing me
With no particular destiny

The things I know fade away
The storms carry on dark and grey
I'm losing the things that guide my way
I need something less or more

To get me through the day
Hadrian Veska
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     Lora Lee, --- and Hadrian Veska
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