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Jan 2018
Its strummed by his fingers.
The weight I bear every day.
Its killing me
but I know that he can do no wrong
untill their voices came along
the same pain,
its killing me
a million stars
aiming at me.
burning me
my pain, my letters read outloud.
everybody knows,
The weigh i bear everyday
is shared.
By the million stars.
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