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Jan 2018
I can’t begin to describe what I grew up having to see.
There aren’t many things that can put fear in me.
Can’t describe how you make me feel, what you make me want to be.
I spent all my life clawing to get on my feet and yet you make me want to get back on my knee.
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Pluck
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