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Dec 2019
Took myself to neverland,
hoped the pain would have an end,
looked at all this dreams and hopes,
dreamed of hero’s who were gone,
realized that they’re all to weak,
beautiful and hard to keep,
lost myself on endless roads,  
found my pain in countless thorns,
Mirror, mirror tell the sense,
or is all this used in end ?
Written by
aresa
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   Patrick
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