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Sep 2018
I can’t stand it,
It’s like a constant pressure,
A destiny that may never measure up.
Why do I feel this,
Where does it come from?
Does my mind make it greater than it truly is for a reason?
Because that would be the greatest treason.
You run, you hide, you follow me, and hurt me.
Nothing but the end, if it even exists, can stop the burning.
Written by
Hunter Green  In the Moonlit Evergreen
(In the Moonlit Evergreen)   
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     Sabrina, Vish and alex
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