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Nov 2019
If I’m singing songs
that don’t reflect
the thoughts inside my mind
then what’s the point in singing, dear
I think I’d rather die

If I I’m living in a way that’s
out of tune with who I am
then what’s the point in living, dear
I should let it get out of hand
Written by
Culpoetry  Britain
   Bogdan Dragos
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