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Sep 2018
I've been told to take a breath
And to soak in my young-ness
Without a shadow of a doubt
I thought I couldn't wait to get out of this mess
But the years keep on moving
And I just keep circling
Around the dreams I used to have
Wondering what happened to the soul
I used to carry
But I guess growing older
Means there's some things you have to bury.
Written by
Kristina  27/Genderqueer/Australia
(27/Genderqueer/Australia)   
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     --- and Hisham Alshaikh
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