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Jan 2018
I called out to you hoping you would hear the sound
I would have wrote you sooner but too busy tossing words around
It’s all connected and at the end of the day I can’t be mad because more than anything it’s self reflective
I shine a light on the foreground
I hope you see things more clearly now
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
I don’t know what’s waiting for me
Written by
J  M/Here
(M/Here)   
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   Glassmuncher
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