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Nov 2018
Places I don't recognise,
Though these faces I've seen all my life,
Can I break down these walls?
Can I unmask these flaws?

Life's a tiring game to play,
The cards are dealt, they don't change,
How can I outgrow these walls?
How do I face my flaws?

Cause I can't make up my mind,
And I'm running out of time,
And I wanna make some,
Meaning of my life,

People look but they don't see,
They pretend to hear but no not me,
I'm weary of living within these walls,
I was meant to live past my flaws,

Cause I can't make up my mind,
And I'm running out of time,
And I wanna make some,
Meaning of my life.
David Liam Nachlinger
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David Liam Nachlinger  20/M/Passau, Germany
(20/M/Passau, Germany)   
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