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Oct 2017
I won’t dance like some puppet,
Strung up on hopes and expectations.
This show’s just started,
But it feels like it’s already gone on too long.

Nobody’s there to hold me up
I’ve got so much weight to carry.
The past and its disappointments,
Holding me back, holding me down.

In this dark, murky sea,
My anchor drags me down, deep under.
Drowning in the reality of it all,
Dying as I live, there’s no escape.
NTR
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NTR
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