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Feb 2020
I’m walking the line
I already lost what I thought was mine
And I’m walking the line
Catch me if I fall, my dear.
I can feel the wind up here.
In my hair.
On the tightrope
You only have one chance.
So I dance
I dance, my darling.
If I fall, won’t you catch
Me?
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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