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Jun 2017
Let the blade slip from your hand
Let it fall away like the blood you tried to shed
Let the past fall too, a thousand regrets gone
Let go
Let every time you doubted fade away
Let every wound heal
Let yourself be free of the fear
Let your heart beat warm blood
Let yourself believe that you were worth it
You were worth fighting for.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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