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Sep 2019
things inside not quit aligned,
accepting things are not quit right
& things in sight are not quit mine.

so I'll spread my wings & take flight.
let the beings be, sore as they might. things not ment for me, hands up, no fight. reach for the clouds as I ascend tonight.
Written by
Jacob Vogel
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     sassybutsweet, ---, Eryck and reignier and wren
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