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Feb 2019
I'm walking through days and nights
don't know I am but I see me in spite

I'm troubled every day and night
On who I can be and if I can continue to fight

Who am I really when I don't do what's right
When my eyes don't seem bright
When I question my hope, that's when I lose the sun's light
I see me as a coward at night.
Folie
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