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Jul 2018
Oftentimes I feel
Like I'm stuck
You drift away
Move to another day
And on this plane I'm struck
By pain like cold hard steel
And you stop drifting
You start walking
Running
Outrunning reality
And me?
I'm
Stuck.
Written by
Natalie Spring
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     Hisham Alshaikh, Bee and Wyatt
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