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Dec 2017
I speak but it comes out wrong, yet in my mind It's so clear.
So much expression behind my song but the words just Isn't there.
Several buds in my ****, yet the high disappears.
I conquer my fear but the Devil is always near.
Many know the truth, fewer actually cares.
Looking for happiness through the blurry window we call tears.
Written by
amme  33/M/Sweden
(33/M/Sweden)   
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