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Oct 2018
I can’t seem to understand,
how drifting dreams can pull my hand.
You won’t let my mind take leave,
Crushing me with cords of creativity
Your personality screaming in my ears,
and blinding me with yellow,
finding almost every way to make me feel low.
The fear of hurting a pure heart.
Written by
Hunter Green  In the Moonlit Evergreen
(In the Moonlit Evergreen)   
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