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Jan 2020
I don't want the the
Power
It looms over me like a
Tower
They say everyone has a
Choise
But mine was stolen by a
Voice
A voice so loud I can no longer
Hear
Now I can hardly even shed a
Tear
The river has run
Dry
It's time for me to say
Goodbye
And when I finally close my
Eyes
No more will I have to
Try.
Written by
Orli
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