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Feb 2020
Knees grazed, eyes a dash
Standing there about to crash
Help me please, I don’t cry out
I’m not quite sure, what this is all about

My head hurts, uncontrolled plunder
When will it stop, I begin to wonder

The reflection in the water, is not what it’s cut out to be
The reflection in the puddle, is the one and true me

I don’t want to be
I don’t want to be

Let me be you

I want to be
I want to be

My dreams don’t come true
Written by
Connor Payne  20/M/Leicester UK
(20/M/Leicester UK)   
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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