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Dec 2019
Twisting my wrist
Tangling the string
These things that I make
Will you take one glance?

Every movement
Every second of me
Every sweat and pain
Every breath and stray lane
And these things that I made
Will you take one glance?

Desperation and frustration
Raw view and vision
Before me
Iā€™m never free
Hey, anxiety
Hey, worry

Drinking this pain
Wishing the best
Twisting my wrist
Tangling the string
These things that I make
Will you for once take a glance?
Our work shows who we are in any conditions we live in. We are who we are.
amuba
Written by
amuba  27/M/Lisboa
(27/M/Lisboa)   
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