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Aug 2018
see the ski through my eye a gentle breeze in the night,
a calm that brings delight even when there are demons to fight,
my eye sight is filled with fright,
calm for some a riot for none,
acting like my loaded gun will i even get to see the sun rise,
when every day is just a re-run,
full knowledge of whats to come,
no power to change the outcome,
overwhelmed by deja vu every day is x2

                            ©Try
Try
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Try  26/M/Astral Plain
(26/M/Astral Plain)   
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   JL Smith
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