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Aug 2019
Now I come to the end of myself
And my skins crawls off the walls
Off the walls

I bend and I break
As I give and I take
For a softer way
For a yesterday

But it never comes
And if ever does
Will I be ready?
Will I be there?
Because right now Iā€™m nowhere
But Iā€™m everywhere
And I float high in the thin air
Right here
Right there
Written by
Reformedandrecovered  Fremont, CA
(Fremont, CA)   
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     CarolineSD, ---, kain, Mandalina and Colm
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