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Nov 2019
Running away at the first pound to the chest
Yes
Can you guess?
Thinking I’d be missing out on the rest

Restless nights
I keep my head held high
This pride it won’t subside
It leads me astray, miles away

It’s hard to believe
That the truth can set free
At the floodgates I stand
Holding back, heart in my hands

Terrified of where you’re standing
If I tell you that I love you,
Then will you catch me?
October 26th 2017
Written by
Andrea Navarro
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