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Apr 2018
I dont understand
I thought i had a plan, a way
I got born into this wasteland
Shot into this quicksand
I want to name it a no manΒ΄s land
But everyone wantΒ΄s to claim the right
And they fight
I have trouble understanding.
They hand me this brand
Then commanding me to do "an expanding"
In this world where everyone is grandstanding
Im trying to throttle down to make this landing
One thought scares me
That this might be everlasting.
!M just a little one whoΒ΄s in progress, far from finished...
Jolan Lade
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Jolan Lade  18/M/Denmark
       A and Wordmancer
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