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Aug 2018
Simply numb to the fear inside me
No hands to hold beside thee
Desperate for hope
Destined for the rope
that currently hangs reality

I have not felt ground in so long
As the air sings a sad song
That never ends
That ever extends
God make my wings so strong
Written by
Nathaniel  22/M/US
(22/M/US)   
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     Nathaniel and JL Smith
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